The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. ~Gloria Steinem
I spaced on a homework assignment. Okay, two. I was annoyed with myself when I realized that I’d not read the chapter, much less written the paper when it hit me:
It went into that deadzone in my brain where all obnoxious “deal with it by ignoring it” things go. Ignore it until I can get to a place where I can deal (and right now isn’t really that time).
The class is “Social Stratification”. The study of our society and how race/class/gender/income all come together to make us who/what we are. When I’m in class, I’m engaged, constantly relating my life experiences to the topic at hand (and working hard at keeping my big mouth shut so Those Kids can participate in class too LOL).
But the more I read the more I wanted to be doing something ANYTHING else. I flip to my Google Reader (72 unread), to my Gmail (nothing), to my OKCupid profile (one message, not flirty), to my school mail (nothing) to picking up the broom and sweeping everything into a pile so I can pack my backpack and make sure I’ve got workout gear and my lunch and OOPS I’m too late to get to class on time.
Which is a good thing, because the reading response? Still not written. Because I still haven’t finished the chapter and I can’t respond to the chapter until I’ve read it. Why?
I don’t WANT to see in print that I’m economically beyond disadvantaged. I don’t WANT to read that because I’m a Female Head of Household (with no husband present) the odds of me being “successful” (depending on how you define success, of course) are slim-to-none. I don’t WANT to read that the fat cats are getting fatter while I bust my ass and that it’s always been this way and always will.
I get it. I promise I do. I’ve been listening to “you can’t DO that” my entire life and I’m GOING to do it anyway because there’s no good reason for me to just sit on my hands and get steamrolled. We’re fine, we’re making it, please take your statistics, roll ‘em up tight and shove ‘em where the sun don’t shine.