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>Congratulations, You’re a Book Winner Now!

March 7th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in mortification, random, writing

>Last year, Alex Elliot and I thought that the world needed an anthology of first period stories. We asked the blogosphere for submissions at Congratulations, You’re a Woman Now!, and 38 women and one man heeded our call. The stories are all fantastic – Alex and I laughed, we cried, and, we checked the backs of our pants for leaks, and we doubled over in sympathetic cramps. We thought we’d be able to select a group of authors in December and reach out to publishers with the project in January. We were stupid.

In the meantime, Rachel Kauder Nalebuff, a highly achieving 18 year old feminist, just presented her anthology of period stories,My Little Red Book to the world. It is a wonderful collection of short essays in which women of all ages from around the world reflect on their periods. Profits go to awesome charities supporting women globally. I was psyched that some publisher took on the book and that it would be doing good work in addition to getting women to share, but also sighed a lot. Sigh.

I had the chance to interview Rachel for BlogHer. She’s just an awesome woman, and her book team rocks the house, too. In fact, they are offering copies of books to women who blog about their first period! Anyone who is interested in a copy can enter the contest by posting her essay, then linking to it in the comments of at my BlogHer post. I am beyond mortified that no one has yet done so, and I know that CUSS readers are brilliant, intrepid, and funny writers with great stories to share who also love free books. (Hint, hint….)

Stories should be posted by Friday, March 13 (somehow, Friday the 13th seemed like an appropriate deadline for stories about first periods). Spread the word…

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>Carb Cravings

February 20th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in random

>Until this week, I never lusted after a granola bar. Last night, I dreamed that I drank half of a glass of apple juice before realizing that it was not part of the South Beach Diet; I don’t even like apple juice. (Later in the dream it dawned on the that the gallon of vanilla ice cream that I ate before freaking out about the juice was also verboten.) I might kill someone for a bite of a cookie. (Could I use the South Beach Diet Defense in court? “My restrictive diet made me do it, your Honor!”)

The first phase of South Beach is the most restrictive because carb cravings generally come from eating carbs. In theory, if you only eat good ones (i.e. – vegetables) for a few weeks, then your body will no longer miss the baddies like granola bars. Clearly, I am driven by psychological and emotional food cravings. Or, the problem might be that I used too much artificial sweetener, which is allowed on the diet. It turns out that the latest research shows that the body produces insulin whenever someone consumes artificial sweetener as if the person ate regular sugar.

On the other hand, once I found out about the Equal/Sweet n Low/Splenda problem and smacked my head and sighed dramatically multiple times, I cut down the amount I used to two packets and tried to drink less than 12 ounces of diet pop a day. That’s when the cravings intensified. Craziness.

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>The Grass is Always Greener When You’re Born a Ramblin’ Man

January 12th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

>As usual, I’m behind. I promised people who submitted essays for the potential anthology COngratulations, You’re a Woman Now! that they would hear back about their work by the end of 2008. I’m not even close to finished reading the submissions. (But I swear I will, and I apologize profusely.) I haven’t read blogs in a few days, which makes me feel disconnected from the online community I so cherish. Yet I’m spazzing out about what to wear to work for the rest of the week, so I’m not going to make much progress on the things that I want to do. (And oh my god, I didn’t realize how short my wardrobe falls for a 5 day a week job that requires more than cords and definitely is not jeans-friendly…. Panic.)

Of course, the last quarter of last year, I was pretty unhappy with my massively underemployed status. I felt useless, which made me anxious and depressed. Now that I’m overemployed (in the sense that I hoped to secure a 3 day per week job), I’m anxious and depressed because I’m worried about all the commitments I made and the things that I want to do that I no longer have time for. Argh! Is there no middle ground?

On another grass-related note, Husband and I are going to an Allman Brothers concert at the Beacon Theater this spring. Every year, the Allman Brothers plays approximately 15 dates at this smallish theater near my apartment. The streets fill with characters not usually seen on the streets of the Upper West Side, including hippies, trailer dwellers, and undercover cops poorly disguised as hippie trailer dwellers. Husband decided he wanted to see what the hoopla was all about, and I thought it would be fun to go along, although I fear the secondary high. (Yeah, I’m a big fucking nerd. I can’t help it!)

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AAA

January 7th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, writing

Three As are a cause for suspicion these days. The bond rating agencies ignored all common sense, succumbed to pressure, and gave AAA ratings to all manner of junk securities. (As Husband explained to me, when there’s a lot of shit in a lot of buckets, the smell of each bucket doesn’t offset the others, which how how the rating agencies justified giving excellent ratings to buckets of shit.)

I thought about the AAA rating when I checked my grades online. It turns out that I got an A in my workshop, an A in my lit seminar, and an A in my colloquium. Under normal circumstances, I’d be puffing my chest and celebrating with a metaphorical cigar. However, I know that my grades are as inflated as Moody’s ratings on collateralized debt obligations full of subprime mortgages. And just like with all the securities ratings, I know that all of my classmates’ “products” were given triple As, too. It’s sort of hollow.

Once, way back in the day when I thought that a career in public policy would fulfill me and thus pursued a graduate public administration degree, I aced a semester. I received an A in my advanced seminar on child & family policy (actually a PhD class in the School of Social Work), an A in my seminar on social policy analysis (also a social work PhD course), an A in a course on the legal environment of policymaking, and an A in my public management practicum. Damn, I feel my chest puffing up as I write this. The next semester I almost outdid myself, earning two As (in an insane course on public housing policy and in a policy analysis practicum), and A+ (seriously, they gave me an A+!) in a research practicum on poverty and public policy. Then I got a B+ in a sociology course in which the professor refused to talk to me after I missed a class due to illness, so that ruined it, but whatever. I’ve never been prouder of my work.

Grades don’t buy happiness, that’s for sure. I’m pretty nervous to start over again at the end of the month. I won’t even go into the problem I’m having trying to change a class because no one is overseeing the fucking program right now; the director is on leave for the semester, and the associate director is out until Jan. 20. Not that they should be at the beck and call of students just because we pay $22,000 a year in tuition, but you’d think someone might stick around for little issues. What do I know about running programs, though? I just got an A in public management and have been administering nonprofit programs for almost a decade. I smell some buckets. (Man, this is way more bitter than I intended it to be.)

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>Happy Birthday Mom!

January 3rd, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity

>Sixty-two years ago today (well, it’s still today in California and Illinois…), my mom was born in a blizzard. It was a difficult delivery, as she was breech and her nose somehow managed to catch itself on my granny’s tailbone, if I recall the story properly. (If I don’t, my mom will correct me in the comments.) I am so glad that things worked out.

The funny thing is that Husband and I went to the San Francisco Streetcar Museum this afternoon. Why is this funny? Well, my granny’s cousin always tells us how she heard that “Bernice was in the hospital having a hard time,” so she rushed over to the hospital in the blizzard on a streetcar. San Francisco operates old streetcars on its F line, with different cars paying homage to cities that also operated streetcars in its past. I looked for a postcard depicting the “Chicago” streetcar known as “The Green Hornet,” but sadly there were none. I thought it would make a great birthday card for my mom. (Yes, I am admitting that I otherwise forget to send one, although I did call her.)

Later this evening, Husband and I passed by a storefront with the words Fecal Face Dot Gallery on its awning. We laughed and laughed, and I thought about how my mom would also chortle if she were with us.

Happy birthday, Mom, you nutty fecal face! I love you.

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>Thanksgiving

November 27th, 2008 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

>With all that is going on in the world lately (and always, I suppose), it seems harder than ever to focus on the positive things in life at Thanksgiving. But maybe that’s the point: it’s a time to think about what is good and to ponder what one can do to make those good things go further.

Of course, as I typed this, I managed to gouge a large chunk of skin out of my kneecap. (Perhaps a reminder that I am better at cynical sarcasm and righteous indignity rather than sincerity?) So, I’m cutting my Thanksgiving post short to mop up the blood oozing out of my knee.

Hope you have a great day!

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>Is Sarah Palin a C Word? A Scholarly Consideration of the Issue

October 14th, 2008 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Asshole idiots, hilarity, nerds, What is wrong with people?

>On one of the many sites on which I’ve been devouring political discussions lately, a self-identified PUMA* was irritated that no one decried an Obama supporter who wore a t-shirt that read “Sarah Palin is a cunt” to a recent rally. To which my first thought was, “Well, she is a cunt, so why would I get my knickers in a bunch?” Then I felt a little bad, since I would probably be furious if someone wore a shirt like that with Hillary Clinton’s name. Except that HRC is not really a cunt, so that’s why I would be so irate. (Bill Clinton, however, is another story.)

Perhaps, I wondered, was I being unfair because I loathe Sarah Palin’s evil social policies? Only an impartial and wise source could settle the matter for me. I whipped out my trusty slang dictionary, Slang and Euphemism: A Dictionary of Oaths, Curses, Insults, Ethnic Slurs, Sexual Slang and Metaphor, Drug Talk, College Lingo, and Related Matters (2nd Revised Edition) by Richard A. Spears. (“College lingo?” Seriously?) It read:

cunt (see also c*nt, c**t, c***,****,—-) 1. the female genitals, specifically the vagina. [said to be from Latin CUNNUS (q.v.)] 2. women considered sexually. 3. copulation [in numerous spellings since the 1300s] The word was banned from print in much of the British Empire until the middle of this century, and it is the most elaborately avoided word in the English language. There are numerous dimunitives: CUNNICLE, CUNTKIN, CUNTLET, CUNNY. Avoidances are: INEFFABLE, MONOSYLLABLE, NAME-IT-NOT, NAMELESS. Disguises are: GRUMBLE AND GRUNT, SHARP AND BLUNT, SIR BERKLEY HUNT, TENUC, UNTCAY. See MONOSYLLABLE for additional synonyms. 4. a rotten fellow; a low, slimy man. [colloquial, 1800s-pres.] 5. to intromit the penis. [attested in a limerick, late 1800s] See also DECUNT.

Whew! That didn’t entirely clear the matter up for me, but I believe that she meets definitions 1 (she is certainly interested enough in what comes out of other women’s vaginas, anyway), 3 and 5 (she is totally going to screw us if she gets into the VP’s office). Hence, Sarah Palin is, in fact, a cunt, and the t-shirt is accurate. Perhaps, however, anti-Palinites might want to wear shirts reading, “Sarah Palin is a monosyllable” to confuse her supporters and avoid controversy. (Plus, “monosyllable” is a great double-entendre in this case.)

Wasn’t this fun? Not only did I learn interesting facts about my grandmother’s favorite word (I love that she hates the word “fuck,” but will cheerfully spew out a word that is otherwise “the most elaborately avoided word in the English language”), but also that I run against popular sentiment in my embrace of the word cunt.

*A group of the Clinton supporters who are possibly the sorest losers in political history.

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>Hey Little Girl!

October 11th, 2008 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity

>Last night, Alex, her hubby BG, her two sons, and I went heading to Ruby Tuesday’s for a fine dining experience. Upon entering the restaurant, BG told the host that we needed a table for five. BG held their younger son (age 2) in his arms, and I held the hand of their older son (age 5). The host looked at all of us.

“Do you need three children’s menus?” he inquired. We stood silently for a moment, staring at him. Then BG and Alex started laughing, and the host turned bright red. “Of course you don’t! Come right the way.”

As I followed him to our booth, I wondered if he thought I was the third child or if it was Alex. Lately I’ve been looking my age more than ever, so if it was me, that would be pretty hilarious. He probably thought I was the oldest brother. Strangely, before we went to the restaurant, Alex told me when BG flipped through pictures from their older son’s (OS) September birthday party, when he asked her which friend of OS’s was in this one. Alex took one look at it and burst out laughing. “Um, that’s Suzanne!” (Evidence to be posted later.)

Maybe school is aging me down. Not only am I breaking out again for the first time in years, but another comment the little wench in my workshop left for me was that my writing is juvenile. Maybe I’m all Benjamin Button or something.

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>Abstinence-Only Education is a Huge Success!*

September 1st, 2008 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Asshole idiots, What is wrong with people?

>Save a seat for me on the bandwagon as I jump on late in the game. Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska – who not only flew from Alaska to Texas while nine months pregnant (generally, it is a big no-no to fly after the eighth month or so), then insisted on flying nine hours back to Alaska after her water broke (thus creating a ripe environment for infection) so that her kid would not be born in Texas – continues to fly her family values flag proudly, cheerfully reporting that her 17 year daughter’s pregnancy is OK since she is going to marry the baby’s father. Smiley-face happy ending aside, perhaps we can take a moment to acknowledge that Gov. Palin’s support of abstinence-only education certainly has reduced the teen pregnancy rate in her own home by 0%.

*If success is re-defined as failure. The Bush administration likes re-defining things.

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>Mmmmm…. Mars Bars!

July 22nd, 2008 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in random, writing

>Yesterday I ate a Mars Bar. It’s not one of my original stock in which I brought back from London in March or even from the second batch a friend gave me in April when he stayed with us for two short nights. Instead, I purchased it at a British shop in that gray area between Greenwich Village and Chelsea two weeks ago. I figured I could keep in the fridge until I heard back from New School about whether or not I’ll be part of the class of 2010.

It turns out that the Tarot card reader I visited in early March was correct: I am indeed attending the New School in the fall!!! The call came today yesterday at 5:15 PM from the admissions office. I’m nervous as hell, but also excited. Whew! What a trip!

Speaking of trips, the Tarot reader’s other prediction involved the chance to travel extensively or even live in another country in the next year. That seemed even less likely than getting into New School, so I didn’t really think about it. Yet this too shall come to pass it seems: Husband’s company asked him to move to London for four years. The relocation is to take place in March 2009. It is an amazing career move for him. When I didn’t think I was going to get into an MFA program, I was nervous about moving, but pleased to have easy access to Mars Bars. I figured that I could apply to writing programs over there and keep my fingers crossed that I’d get in. We plan on renting a two bedroom flat, so there is plenty of room for visitors. (Hint, hint.)

Clearly, the New School thing is a wonderful complicating factor. For now, I plan to attend the first year of classes, then join Husband in London for the summer. I’ll return to NYC for the second year. Hopefully, he’ll be coming to NYC for work frequently and I’ll get to go see him in London during school breaks. The thought of all this is scaring the shit out of me, though.

To put it mildly, there’s a lot going on here – multiple tentacles of happenings, reaching out and grabbing. Lots of good and interesting things, but still, it is hard for me to absorb it all, let alone savor anything.

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