not of stamps, or dolls, or postcards, but men. when the rose tinted glasses fall off and we cease to be dazzled by each other, the individualities and personalities of the men i’ve been with dissolve into objective identifiers for me to check off in my black book. the foreigner, the class president, the drummer, the sex addict, etc. there was even a point i thought about getting college pennants for each school i’ve slept with a guy from.
it’s a bit sick, but it’s no different from the way men objectify women so i really have nothing to apologize for.
by the looks of it, i’m not the first either.
And I mean my literal neighborhood. The town sign down the road from my house is now part of the opening sequence. Part of me is irritated that the wholesome image of my childhood home is now tainted. But the other part is amused how much easier it now is to get the town gossip. Thanks Bravo!
The best thing about the night/day arrangement is that it gives one the opportunity to reinvent oneself every day.
I’m thinking of writing a column on a blog for college students. But if I am going to do this I want it to be meaningful and enjoyable to people reading it as well as rewarding and interesting for me to write. There are so many food blogs, fitness blogs, tech blogs, etc. out there that they’ve all started to become hogwash. My column should be uniquely me, but also be something people want to read on the regular.
I’m fielding ideas: What would you (as a college age kid) be interested to read a regular column on?
You’re most likely a robot, but you’re definitely not human.
+Ivan Turgenev in a letter to Stasov, 1872
With greedy hands he digs for treasures and is happy if he finds worms
Gone are the days of the blind and the brave. Now is the time to be bold yet afraid. For with miles ahead but a few feet behind, we have learned just enough to swallow our pride.