this weekend's essay: hey (lil mama) lemme whisper in your ear...confess something
it doesn't have to be anything major. major things might be best for postsecret (the best blog ever!!). but confess what you will.
- the other day i actually thought, 'whatever happened to rick moranis?' and contemplated for a moment before laughing at my own silly self. (i don't care what you say, my blue heaven is a classic, and his performance in ghostbusters was amazing.)
- when i'm alone and feeling confident, i play prince's 'baby i'm a star' very loudly and sing along.
- i find most of the people in my department extremely boring, uninteresting, and not even half as smart as they think they are. this assessment does not exclude me.
- i use epithets (nigga, dyke, bitch) not simply to remove certain connotations from the word, and to work within the stereotype in a very small effort to transform them (like other, much smarter and influential people), but also because i like the way they sound. i believe that as a member of certain marginalized groups i have every right to use them, and every right to kick someone's ass who is not a member yet uses them. not that i would, i just have the right to.
- i've heavily considered the idea that some women are lesbians and/or feminists because they are seemingly physically unattractive to others (i.e. men).
- there is a list of "black public intellectuals" (some i know, or have met) that fuel me to finish my ph.d. program. not because they are inspiring, but because i so greatly dislike them. it is therefore my intention to get this degree as a(nother) tool to get to a point of kicking ass instead of kissing it--and to name names while i'm doing it.
- if i were deemed brilliant by enough people i respected, that'd be quite wonderful. i doubt, however, that i would believe them.
- i am more afraid of success than failure.
have a great weekend.
language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison