I am so glad to be home that I promised to read one of my friend’s sample chapters and pitch letter just so I could spend time at
Mom and Dad’s my dining room table and computer back in what seems to be my real life. Christmas was fine. The triplets were great. Ten is a fun age. They are sarcastic and know things and all their irritating characteristics were blotted out by affection and an uncanny ability to make Grumpy Cat faces.
I still hate Christmas though.
In other news, Adjunct Clause rises again! This time I’m teaching a gender and culture class. I did some prep work and I cannot even express how much I love this shit. Culture spews all sorts of garbage about how men and women should and shouldn’t be. Toys are more gendered now than they were 50 years ago.
Last month I helped a student with a paper about advertising. Some hunky sports guy was modeling UGG boots for men.
“Why is [sickeningly famous sports guy; could I please stop reading about him, local paper? I don’t care that his girlfriend *gasp* wears a bikini!] wearing girl’s boots?” her friends all said when they took her survey.
Seriously? The boots were not pink, high heeled, or covered in sheepskin. And even if they were, why are any of those things specifically made for women? For the record, I thought his boots were beautiful and I would wear them in a second. But then I would dress mostly in men’s clothing and shoes if they made them in my shape and size.
How do you queer your gender?