pink positive
two celebrities came in today for me. well, not for me, exactly, but i was in charge of running and recording their auditions. if i’d known they were dropping by, i would have worn something nicer than glorified sweat pants, a t-shirt and my red zip-up. oh well. at least i washed my hair. besides, one of them was actually wearing sweat pants, unglorified by anything but his hunkiness, and the other looked like a hobo. for real. the receptionists were making ten kinds of fun of him.
thanksgiving’s around the corner, friends!, and things are winding down in the entertainment industry. what we lack in work, i hear, we’ll make up in enjoyment of free stuff. apparently we’ll inundated with presents around the holidays, just inundated, and i like using that word because i remember exactly when i learned it — from a worldly wise book in sixth grade english class. also, in sixth grade, i remember exactly, on the wednesday before thanksgiving, i became a Woman in that mystical, messy sense. i’ve been reminded of my Womanhood in that same mystical, messy way every year since.
i guess it’s a reminder to be thankful for my Womanhood. after all, there are children starving in africa who would love to be women. or something. i don’t know, i think i’d be happy being genderless. fewer catcalls.
one thing i am thankful for: in high skool, in european history, we had this assignment to make a map. now, european history (ironically, since i went on to become a major in american history) was when i perked up and started paying attention. we had a great teacher, i liked the class, and i was determined to be a good student. i still didn’t do the map. i just didn’t, and i don’t remember why. when it came time for the maps to come back to us all graded and ready to affect our self-esteems, my history teacher approached me and before i could say anything she said, “ester, i’m so sorry. i lost your map. i know i had it, i remember seeing it, and it was good. i don’t know what happened. it’s my fault, and i’m giving you an A.”
i did what any true young noble moral american would do. i said thank you. and in case i haven’t said thank you enough for the many times fate has intervened to save my worthless ass from my just deserts, i’d like to say thank you again.