1) I want to write a song JUST so Jimmy Fallon and the Roots can cover it with elementary school instruments.
2)there’s nothing like a free HBO weekend to see all of the crappy movies you missed in the theater.
3) in email correspondence ALWAYS try to answer the person’s question before asking one of your own.
4) i use condescension as a weapon.
5) tori amos still speaks to me.
6) when you live on a hill the last 5 minutes of a bike reside are the hardest.
7) cancer is a jerk.
8) it’s better to just nod and walk away sometimes. Also known as…when the girl working the register at the pet store says she loves the smell of the rawhide bone you bought, don’t say that’s weird.
9)nothing like switching up the household chores to make your partner notice how dirty the bathroom gets.
10) read the health inspection log in the paper BEFORE you go out to eat.
And one to grow on:
The veil of a Muslim woman is more an expression of her faith than a patriarchal oppression of her religion. I have learned this fact through reading many different articles on the subject. This week a regular customer brought in two woman in chador. They chose to completely cloak themselves. All I could see were their eyes. I found myself wondering what that felt like. I, who can’t stand to have hair touching my face and neck. How must it feel to have the veil over one’s nose and lips? It made me tickle just thinking about it. One woman was fair with blue eyes. Her daughter, darker completed with dark eyes. I could tell by the way the daughter lacked eye contact that she was probably close to the age of the goose. It wasn’t until I got home that night that I began to really think about them. There must be something very freeing to set aside vanity when you are faced with the outside world. I could not tell you what either of them weighed. The color of their hair. How much money that had. I could tell that the mother embraced her religion. That she could love people that don’t look just like her. It was then that it clicked for me. Her choice to cover herself in a veil is the same as mine to cover myself in ink. It makes part of our story visible to the outside world. What those that see us infer from our choice is their own business. The way we differ in this is that I was compelled to only look her in the eyes. Her choice guided me to focus only on what she was saying as mine probably drives people to distraction.