I’m a little too busy moping, so I probably won’t be able to form a cogent argument right now, but I just want to put this here so that I won’t snap off about it for no reason at somewhere completely unrelated, which I am prone to do. But as I was scanning the W&M website for student orgs (you wouldn’t believe how detailed these pro-con lists are getting), I ran across something called the “Network of Enlightened Women”. This seemed neat, and I looked at the description; as it happens, it’s a conservative women’s group. Like I said, too busy moping to rant, so here are my points:
1. This is one of my fundamental problems with the current political culture in America - both sides are entirely too apt to paint anyone who doesn’t agree with their ideology as a morally bankrupt idiot. In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I do hold a special bit of disdain for the Becks and Hannities and Limbaughs of the world, and I do believe that they’re morally bankrupt, but politics has less to do with it than…well…humanity. I dislike Michael Moore just the same. But in my experience, and this may be a little skewed as I have grown up in the South, the Right is just the slightest bit more guilty of this. I could go on about how a really nice girl I knew in high school, an incredibly bright girl who will do big, awesome things, once told me I was a liberal because I was too lazy to do my own research (after making it known that she’d grown up with a converted conservative mama and hard-right daddy…go figure) and didn’t know any better than to listen to what the media spoon fed me. Quite the contrary - having been politically socialized shortly after 9/11, it would have been incredibly easy to be all gung ho “America, Fuck Yeah!” about things. I mean, yes, my parents are both Democrats, primarily because they hate them less than they hate the Republicans, and it was always a pro-Bubba, anti-Dubya household, but I’ll admit there was a time in early 2003 when I was talking about how the “Frogs would be speaking German if it wasn’t for us!”. Had I not always been a news junkie (no shit, y’all - I could tell people who the president and veep were when I was 2), I might have rested on that, and been just like her. But I didn’t - I sought out other things, I sought out truth and fact, which just happens to have a liberal bias. Sue me for voting with my conscience, rather than sucking the ghost cock of Saint Ronnie. I mean, what?
2. Going hand in hand with that last point, as far as I’m aware, modern American conservatism prides itself in willful ignorance, so, uh…enlightened? Come on, ladies, you go to William and Mary. Clearly you could have picked a better word.
3. On a personal note, nothing makes less sense to me in terms of social policy than the Republican woman (with the exception of the gay conservative, which is so bizarre that I simply choose to ignore that it exists). Fiscally, I get it - it makes sense to me, I just don’t agree with it. But as the years go on, the more they want you in the home, off the pill, and popping out babies you can’t decide whether or not you want. Ugh.
Grades are all in:
Acting I - B
Intro to Drama - A
Survey of European History II - A
English 200 aka That Fucking Paper - A
…meaning a 3.75 for the semester, a shiny new cumulative 3.56, and one more A to come during intersession. Um, FUCK YEAH.
I’m always worried that whenever I get a grade I don’t necessarily deserve, the professor will figure out they made a mistake and go back on it. Or they’ll find out that I called them a hack (true story) on Facebook and change it out of spite. Regardless, since last we spoke, nothing more has been posted, and provided that I turned in my English 200 paper two weeks ago and my history professor grades the exams as we turn them in, I’m going a little stir crazy. I just want to see that I got a 3.75 for the semester so I can believe it.
The only grade I was truly unsure of just came back an A. I’m not sure how to feel about it yet, but just like magic, UVA seems so real now I can taste it. More than anything, I wish I could see the looks on the faces of every teacher I disappointed in high school.
So, of course, I’m looking at baby names and listening to the Smiths. And the lyric “A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand” is so, SO much dirtier than I heard it in 11th grade. And the whole damn song is that much more…me. “There’s more to life than books, you know, but not much more” would have helped me out a lot with Stretch, I think, had the thee-a-tuh not stepped in and killed it before I could. Regardless, when I get my nose out of this computer at the end of the week, I’m doing some damage, baby! Think Night of the Bee, except with more clothes.
THIS WEEK IS GOING TO EAT ME ALIVE
(OM NOM NOM)