I write only when I'm angry...
...which is quite often.
The anger comes mostly out of frustration. I should be further along in my life, but I am stuck in neutral, spinning my wheels, not really going anywhere. Stuck somewhere between Wal-Mart and K-Mart, one step up from working poor and one foot on the slippery slope to welfare. I've got a big-assed degree from a big-assed women's liberal arts college, but smarts doesn't get you a job out here in Bugfart unless you know the Secret Handshake and have some serious connections. I missed the seminar on the Secret Handshake and since I come from Nowhere, there's Nobody to give that boost up.
Anger is a luxurious emotion that women can ill afford. We are expected to be pretty and thin and happy all the time; compliant, complacent and well-mannered. Men, on the other hand, have the luxury of anger, and use it to further careers in such various fields as show business, literature, and politics (then again, maybe these three fields are one in the same). But since I am of little consequence in the world of polite society, and don't fit the description of the perfect woman as illustrated above (with the exception of being pretty), I have the luxury of anger and choose to use it to the best of my abilities.
This blog (and most of my writing overall) isn't totally about anger. As the title illustrates, it is about love and hope and sex and dreams...and about disappointment and frustration and sex and injustice. It is also about the drama,comedy, and pathos inherent in human existence as it plays out in my weird little life . This blog is about my bad decisions, my inablity to be discreet, my weight, my hair and my fear of commitment as it pertains to just about every aspect of my life.
I know this sounds all heavy and stuff...but stay tuned....there's more to me than meets the eye.
Have a nice day!
The anger comes mostly out of frustration. I should be further along in my life, but I am stuck in neutral, spinning my wheels, not really going anywhere. Stuck somewhere between Wal-Mart and K-Mart, one step up from working poor and one foot on the slippery slope to welfare. I've got a big-assed degree from a big-assed women's liberal arts college, but smarts doesn't get you a job out here in Bugfart unless you know the Secret Handshake and have some serious connections. I missed the seminar on the Secret Handshake and since I come from Nowhere, there's Nobody to give that boost up.
Anger is a luxurious emotion that women can ill afford. We are expected to be pretty and thin and happy all the time; compliant, complacent and well-mannered. Men, on the other hand, have the luxury of anger, and use it to further careers in such various fields as show business, literature, and politics (then again, maybe these three fields are one in the same). But since I am of little consequence in the world of polite society, and don't fit the description of the perfect woman as illustrated above (with the exception of being pretty), I have the luxury of anger and choose to use it to the best of my abilities.
This blog (and most of my writing overall) isn't totally about anger. As the title illustrates, it is about love and hope and sex and dreams...and about disappointment and frustration and sex and injustice. It is also about the drama,comedy, and pathos inherent in human existence as it plays out in my weird little life . This blog is about my bad decisions, my inablity to be discreet, my weight, my hair and my fear of commitment as it pertains to just about every aspect of my life.
I know this sounds all heavy and stuff...but stay tuned....there's more to me than meets the eye.
Have a nice day!
posted by Tish Grier at 10:13 AM
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