Secret was strong enough for a man, pH balanced for a woman?
Now, it's strong enough for a woman.
And, strong enough to give us cancer.
I love that the unhealthy marriage between marketing and psychology recorded such crap into my brain.
Thanks John B. Watson for selling out.
The "civilized" world that is.
Last night I watched The Constant Gardner and followed it with an hour of Project Runway.
Ridiculous.
Our Existence.
Absurd.
Better than I could have anticipated anyway. It kinda amazed me how even though I had heard most of the monologues they still had a noticeable impression on me. I laughed near tears in "My Angry Vagina" and the grand finally of "the Woman who loved to make Vaginas Happy". Moaning. Humans are such funny creatures. This year's Spotlight was Asia's Comfort Women -- women who were forced by the Japanese government into sexual slavery during WWII.
On a lighter note, greeting us into the auditorium was a giant vagina. It was a felt costume worn by some poor undergrad, his head was appropriately popping out where the clit would be, peddling chocolate vagina pops. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera (my description doesn't do it justice) or any money to bring back some chocolate vaginas for Jason, but Kevin and Andrea seemed to enjoy them very much.
Today is Kayla's 3rd B-day. She's growing up so fast. I hope she had a great one.
I'm so happy! Today marks a week that we've had all vegetarian meals at home. We weren't even trying, but I managed to get all meals past Jason without protest. I'm not sure he's even noticed. Shh, don't tell him. Thanks falafel, chick peas, pigeon peas, and lentils.
I found the vegan lunch box on the Bloger homepage and it's the cutest thing I've seen in a long time.
If you actually bother to go to the links from yesterday's post the person is no longer anonymous. I noticed after I published the post. Oh well, no love lost.
Wednesday marked the beginning of Feminist Week at UPenn and today I'm going to see the Vagina Monologues at Irving Auditorium. Tickets are $5, which go in their entirety to Women Organized Against Rape. I saw this play years ago in Miami, maybe I'll get something different out of it this time.
It's 60 degrees outside. Snow one day, sunshine the next.
While waiting for Jason to pick me up from work I figuered I had some time to look through an aquaintance's, who'll remain unnamed, wedding registry. Maybe I would be able to get them something to help them start off on their newly wedded life. When I saw this I was just plain and simple pissed off. The nerve of some people! How the hell do you justify having a china coffe pot worth +$200? Or a single wine glass costing $45, much less eight of them? How do you live in a house where everything is so on the verge of costing me my next paycheck? To make matters worse She has another registry at another retailer with more stuff. In total she, I should say they but I know it's she, registered for 4 different place settings, each for 8 sets. How many fucking plates do two people need...and don't give me that it's for ever heirloom bullshit -- they're plates! I thought writting this would be cathartic but I'm just getting more and more frustrated that someone would... ah fuck it.
These are the wonders of winter land. There's even an icicle on the back bumper. I didn't have the heart to knock it off. Besides digging out the car and all the yellow snow it was really beautiful and quiet.
Michelle looks so sad yet so pretty in this picture -- that's what happens when you go off to a far away land. I stole this picture from Michelle's "flat mate" -- that's also what happens when you go off to a far away land, you get flat mates instead of room mates. All in all, I do love this picture. Jason enjoyed it very much as well, for obvious emo-reasons.
Michelle, you're too cool for us. We miss you.
I actually want to look like michelle williams (or I should say cecil mills). The hair cut I mean. We watched The Baxter the other night and I couldn't stop staring at her. I don't know what it is. Maybe the bangs. These pictures don't do it justice but it's the best I could find. I love that they make fun of it on this postcard. I'm not sure I could pull it off though.
The movie in general (by the same makers of Wet Hot American Summer) was ok. It had it'
s moments but wasn't as great as the previous mentioned. Worth renting for it's quotes. On their website you can take the baxter quiz.
