Still Sniffling
Nov. 7th, 2010 11:47 pmGot my hair cut today, but can't tell whether I look cute, because I'm sick. So I mostly look tired and puffy-faced. I can look at my hair from the back and sides (thanks to advanced light-bending technology, a.k.a. sequenced mirrors) and it has a very good shape. But as soon as my face comes into the picture, forget about it.
This jaunt into the city to see Scarlett's salon was padded out with REL clothes and art supply shopping, which meant a lot of admiring good design and pigments without the pressure to purchase, since I really shouldn't bring anything new into the house until I get what I have out of boxes, certain helpful electronics excepted.
Afterwards, the four of us went out for Thai food at a restaurant run by ex-pornographers (?), and then trekked in the cold, rain, and hail to a bar with an open mic I wanted to check out, even though I was sick, because as far as I know it's the only open mic in Boston which is not on a night I work.
But alas, it's not a scene I want to join. There were three good performers, but the venue was dominated almost exclusively by straight guys and most of the bad stuff was openly misogynist, with a blend of sports-y misogyny and the hipster misogyny all the kids like. Lots of jokes about how terrible it would be to wake up next to an ugly fat chick told by ugly fat guys who should be so lucky. When the host doesn't bother to stop by our table when we're the only non-regulars, and when one of the favored comedians decides it's a great idea to make a joke about how women are only good for lesbian porn, but not as directors, because women can't direct. . . I might not obviously be a director, but I sure don't look straight right now, and if I'm the person sitting right in front of the microphone, and the only person in the bar paying attention to you . . . maybe you recalculate your set? I'm just saying.
I could probably take the place over, but it's not worth it. None of these are fans I want to have or people who'd give me a hand up. It's a shame. I was hoping for an outlet. My life can get really echo chamber. I'll have to get somebody to give me a column somewhere, or something.
This jaunt into the city to see Scarlett's salon was padded out with REL clothes and art supply shopping, which meant a lot of admiring good design and pigments without the pressure to purchase, since I really shouldn't bring anything new into the house until I get what I have out of boxes, certain helpful electronics excepted.
Afterwards, the four of us went out for Thai food at a restaurant run by ex-pornographers (?), and then trekked in the cold, rain, and hail to a bar with an open mic I wanted to check out, even though I was sick, because as far as I know it's the only open mic in Boston which is not on a night I work.
But alas, it's not a scene I want to join. There were three good performers, but the venue was dominated almost exclusively by straight guys and most of the bad stuff was openly misogynist, with a blend of sports-y misogyny and the hipster misogyny all the kids like. Lots of jokes about how terrible it would be to wake up next to an ugly fat chick told by ugly fat guys who should be so lucky. When the host doesn't bother to stop by our table when we're the only non-regulars, and when one of the favored comedians decides it's a great idea to make a joke about how women are only good for lesbian porn, but not as directors, because women can't direct. . . I might not obviously be a director, but I sure don't look straight right now, and if I'm the person sitting right in front of the microphone, and the only person in the bar paying attention to you . . . maybe you recalculate your set? I'm just saying.
I could probably take the place over, but it's not worth it. None of these are fans I want to have or people who'd give me a hand up. It's a shame. I was hoping for an outlet. My life can get really echo chamber. I'll have to get somebody to give me a column somewhere, or something.
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Date: 2010-11-30 05:42 am (UTC)I wrote a tremendous amount this morning, and was so sad this evening over being alone and being sure it wouldn't be published that I drank too much wine out of tremendously beautiful wine glasses C's cousin's husband gave us. Which is not to make you further down, but to say: I understand.
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Date: 2010-11-30 05:59 am (UTC)Clearly I should sleep.