Quotes
I'm reading "Reviving Ophelia," a book discussing society and its impact on girls. How that impact makes girls women who are stiffled and all fucked up (my words). I skip parts but it's been interesting and not completely psycho. I've always thought that in 5 years or so I'll start taking classes with the end result of a masters -- I'm pretty sure that I will get one in gender studies or something else society/sociology/psychology related. I'm fascinated by how Americans treat women and how it perpetuates things like rape. It pisses me off that no one is doing anything about it, perhaps it will be my job.
Anyway, two lines from the book struck me and explain the wierd place I am in my life. Here they are -- hope they strike you as well.
'I found girls to be obsessed with complicated and intense relationships. They feel obligated and resentful, loving and angry, close and distant, all at the same time and with the same people.'
And
'Girls are supposed to smile. If I'm having a bad day, teachers and kids tell me to smile more. I've never heard them say that to a guy.' AMEN.
HORN!
Eyes
Steve hates NYC because "no one looks you in the eye." I've never noticed that about New York, but it made me wonder if my experience in D.C. would be like his experience in the city.
People say everyone is mean here, that it's a transient city with no community. Maybe, maybe not. But one thing is clear -- people look you in the eye. They look you in the eye, they look at your chest, they look at your ass, they look at your legs, they look back at your chest. Then they comment on your eyes, your chest, your ass, your legs, and your chest. Everyone, all day long. The only good thing about the blatant disgustingness by EVERYONE is that it is not so aggressive that I'm frightened (see: Brussels -- don't ever go there.).
Speaking of, I caught someone's eye today. A Cheetah to be exact, at the zoo. Turned into a staredown, if you ask me. Cheetahs are longer than I thought, and their legs are...well... also long. A lady was telling her child (during my staredown) that she believed Cheetahs aren't very aggressive. The cheetah couldn't have attacked me, obviously, but for some reason the whole thing creeped me out so I got the BrianFudge outta there.
Whitie
As I am walking to my apartment......
Black Man: Hey, did you lose your wallet?
Me: No
Black Man: Ok, well if anyone tells you they did, I left it at the leasing office.
Me: Ok, thanks!
Black Man: Everything is still in the wallet, ID and stuff. So they'll know who it belongs to. The picture was a white girl, thought maybe it was you.
Me: I'll pass it along, thanks (while laughing).
Black Man: Not that I think you all look alike or anything (embarassed)!
HAHAHA!
Sex cases or no sex cases, that is the question...
As I mentioned, I started working for the AG. I was told my supervisor would be a lady named Alexandra. I was exited. I am waiting for my first assignment with another intern when our boss (Alexandria's boss as well) tells the other intern that she will be working with "Allie." Then says -- Allie deals solely with sex cases. She's a vertical prosecutor, takes the cases from the moment of the sexual conduct until trial -- there every step of the way.
My heart stopped. Shit shit shit, I keep thinking. Then-- no, this will be good, I can do this. Then shit shit shit. No, it's fine I can do this. Shit. This will be good for me. SHIT.
The boss says to the other intern -- Is this going to be a problem? She says it won't be. I suddenly got really exited. Everyone from group seems to have had the "I was raped" conversation with someone in control of their fate. Teachers, deans, employers, organizers, etc. I never have and I suddenly wanted to. Everything I should/shouldn't say goes through my head in 4 seconds. But I'm looking forward to this. She'll ask and I will say confidently -- Not a problem, but I should tell you that I was raped and will let you know if I have any problems. Or I guess something like that, I hadn't decided. The boss turns to me and says -- you'll be working with Bonnie, Josh and Lolita. WHAT?!?! (I only though that, I didn't say it out loud). So no sex cases for me and I can't decide whether I'm relieved or disappointed.
My 25th and the AG
Yesterday was my birthday -- I
hate my birthday. This one celebrated in a city I moved to days ago, and I didn't have a sole to celebrate with. The city of D.C. had to be enough, because I didn't have anyone else!!
I also started my new job with the Attorney General. As happens with every legal experience I try to have, it starts out as useless and wasteful. I did nothing all day, unless you count sitting in someone's office for 4 hours as they did their job and I just sat there doing nothing something. I'm glad it happened though because it convinced me to work 4 days a week instead of 5. I will be spending one day a week in the city being a semi-tourist and I cannot wait!!!
Orientation: All I was hoping was that I'd meet some cool girls (and some boys). 30 people there. They were not friendly and I didn't find anyone I wanted to hang out with after work -- which I'd hoped I would. As I mentioned, yesterday was my birthday and it would have been nice to spend it with someone, even if I had just met them.
Even worse, not a
single person to stare at. Mamma needs to see pretty things! I just got out of a relationship and I'm not looking to get into another right now, but my god, I need something to get me through my day. Please bring the next waive of interns, I need someone to look at!
Mellons
Today was my first full day in the District of Columbia. I had a very stress free day and stumbled across The National Archives (home of the Constitution), Ford's Theatre along with the home across the street Lincoln died in, and The National Gallery of Art.
By "stumble across" I mean that I was walking down the street in search of H&M and there they were. It was awesome, really. I kept seeing columned buildings and thinking -- THE SUPREME COURT. Never was, but I'll be here two months so I have plenty of time to stalk the justices.
I was most exited about The National Gallery of Art. I
love art museums, and I
love art. My love for art is like obscenity - 'I know it when I see it'. I headed straight for Matisse, the man I fell for in Nice, France. He did not disappoint. The gallery is huge so after much walking and some impressionism I decided to head on my way. As I was leaving I noticed a huge but tasteful thank you to the Mellon family for their donations, etc. I want to know this alleged Mellon family everyone likes to thank for things. I hope there is a biography I can buy for $3 on amazon.com and never get around to reading... More than that I want to meet the family and make great grandson Mellon marry me. He's gotta be well educated and philanthropic. And can buy me the pony? I've always wanted. Mrs. Fitzgerald (or something else pompous) Mellon. Has a nice ring to it, if you ask me.
New Blog, New City, Newly Single....
That pretty much sums it up!
