Toddlers and Tiaras and Therapy.

I hate myself for eating a little too much thus lowering my ability/desire to move. I am as a result sitting here on the couch unable to leave the room from the horrible episode of Toddlers and Tiaras. This is just an awful awful show.

I really don't understand why people make their children prostitute themselves on a stage like that... I realize that a lot of these mothers were former pageant people themselves and its really sad that they are trying to live out their failed dreams through their children. There is one mother who is putting her 7 year old twins against each other - one of which absolutely hates pageants and competing against her sister, and there is another mom who is putting her 2 WEEK old baby in some freak baby category.

Maybe, I'm not from the south and don't understand the pageant mystique. Maybe, I just think that kids should actually have a childhood, playing with others and having fun rather than being whored out by their parents. I really don't know. I guess my yankee sensibilities don't jive with all this stuff... Ugh. Whatever. I guess I'm not meant to understand.

On the upside to this evening, the gazpacho I had from Flour was really tasty. If you're in Boston, you should come in and get some.

Jason is in Boston, and might be able to afford it!

Hello to the -4 people that might have ever read this! Fresh from re-reading the hit Julie & Julia, I've decided to write again. I do say this every so often, but this time I've put reminders in my ical to 'force' me to write.

I have moved to Boston after dropping the Masters program at Oberlin, and deciding to take some time off. After a somewhat frustrating start-up period I have finally secured two jobs here in town, 1- at the Flour Bakery as a barista/sandwich cook/general bitch and 2 - at Burdick Chocolates as their Pastry Cook. It seems rather curious that post music school, BOTH of my new jobs are in a food related fields. I'd like to believe that this is a divine signal telling me that I should stick with cooking/baking as a career path... but I'll hold off on drawing conclusions just now.

I'm rereading a wonderful book right now, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. Its about a bunch of things (most of which I'm not smart enough to talk about or understand...haha) but its sort of a coming of age story, intertwined with the story of the protagonists grandparents coming to America. I know this might not be the best description, but trust me on this one... this is one of the most poetic, rhapsodic and just wonderfully grand stories that I have ever read. Sort of like a large Steinbeck work, it weaves in and out through the two stories with cultural and scientific musings of the time (the main character is an intersexed person that at age 14 transforms from Callie, a girl - to Cal a boy - and subject to many tests and articles). I'm not very good with words, but I'm very excited to finish it again. You all should read it too. It might be a long book, but its quite rewarding.

Now I think I need to do laundry.

Also, I think I like cats now. I never thought this day would come, but George the cat that I'm living with is just too cute. Ugh.