I'm resuscitating this blog for several reasons. It's early May 2008, I've been out of college for a year, the Amanda Marcotta/BfP/Seal Press/WAM blogosphere explosion just happened, and I have a lot of thoughts to process. We'll see where it goes.
i read a book for psych (the autobiography of one of the Little Rock Nine) and sobbed the whole way through. i kept telling myself, this is academic reading, get some distance, and i just couldn't. i cried when someone threatened to kill her rather than have her in school with their kids, i cried when she remained positive in the face of these odds that would have made anyone run. i just cried. what the hell is wrong with me?
posted by Sarah @ 1:34 AM
I'm resuscitating this blog for several reasons. It's early May 2008, I've been out of college for a year, the Amanda Marcotta/BfP/Seal Press/WAM blogosphere explosion just happened, and I have a lot of thoughts to process. We'll see where it goes.
My resume-life sees me as a recent graduate, working with AmeriCorps for a year, blood donor, rape crisis advocate, the whole good-girl nine. I live in the Southwest but was born on the East Coast; both places inform my sensibility. My actual life renders me a queer, radically pro choice (and pro life), feminist, femme who's just about everybody's worst nightmare. And you'd never know it to meet me - grandparents love me, everyone reads me as straight, and everyone agrees I'm too damn smart for my own damn good. I have a hispanic momma who can't get over the fact that her kids identify as white, I'm allergic to lots of stuff, I like to travel and hope to do more in the future. Nobody's saying I'm incapable of being a douchebag (in fact I say just the opposite, and often), but it's my damn blog.
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