Friday, July 15, 2005

The Sufi Show- Margaret Cho

You know, I stopped reading blogs like Margaret Cho's a while back, because I just couldn't keep up with it all, but I really should go catch up on Ms. Cho, because she's worth reading...

Of course a woman could choose to veil and then go for all this crazy shit underneath, for herself and only for herself; but then why would it be so hard to accept her without the veil as herself? I know there are many women who do not veil and are modern feminists who are doing it for themselves, but they seem to be the minority. I want to understand it. I don’t want to be an arrogant Western feminist who is appalled at the treatment of women in this country without any awareness of the cultural subtleties of it all. I veil myself here, unwillingly and unhappily. It causes a rash around my neck, as if my body is saying, “Oh no, I am a feminist and I will not,” until it is muffled by the long black cloth. I veil because I just can’t fucking do anything if I don’t. It offers me a slight degree of protection, like a floating layer of mace.

shacking up!

Have I mentioned that I'll be shacking up with my sweetie soon? I'm moving to Berkeley on the 23rd! and I haven't started packing yet! and that's why I can't tell you more about it right now. Because I have to start packing. As soon as I watch this episode of The Muppets that I borrowed. Not that I'm procrastinating.

Seriously, I'm leaving the city- The City! San Frangogo, the place I've called home for almost twelve and a half years. I'm only moving across the Bay, so I'm not too traumatized, but Berkeley is so... quiet! (and full of hippies!) I'm quite sure I'll adjust. I know a couple people. I'm close to public transportation. I'm happy with the neighborhood- it's full of friendly feral cats and flowers and nice neighbors. The quiet will be good. I'm going to cook more. I'm going to read more. I'm going to sleep more. I'm going to, uh, take BART more, which might be where I do the sleeping and reading.

But I'll be with my sweet, and odds are good, and we sure do like each other a lot, and romance is not dead, and I wish you as many blessings as I'm feeling right now.

And now I have to start packing books.
What are you doing? Nothing? Oh, I have a kitchen you could pack up!