If you live in the New York area, you’ll know what I mean when I say that my mood recently has been reflected in our weather. If you don’t live around here? Well, it is unseasonably cold, grey, and rainy. And has been, with very little respite, for a couple of weeks.
The weather itself suits me fine; I much prefer it to 80+ temps that turn my brick-walled apartment into a giant pizza oven, but as a disposition? It sucks Ross Douthat. (That’s the worst thing I could imagine, whaddaya think?)
Even if the Washington types weren’t selling out GLBTQ folks and setting up a revised national health care system so that it is guaranteed to fail, and the NY state senate wasn’t doing their best to implode, and Iran wasn’t in a serious crisis, and the economy wasn’t just generally in the shitter, and the media bombards me daily with evidence that I am not a full human, I’d be less than chipper. I’ve taken some professional hits as of late, and I’ve run out my fellowships and have no job prospects, either permanent or temporary, which is causing me stress both financially and with my parents (who simply don’t get that THERE ARE NO JOBS), and which is making me wonder if I was a total simp to think that academia was a fairly staid, dependable career path. (Verdict: I was.)
Cultural narratives tell me that the best pick-me-up for a gal in the dumps is retail therapy: a shopping spree or a makeover, or better yet, both. Being unemployed and seriously opposed to Beauty Culture, that’s not going to work for me. I’ve been unsuccessfully seeking solace in carboliciousness and Netflix, but it’s only the illusion of comfort, and it evaporates as soon as the Triscuits/popcorn/waffles/etc. are gone. Moreover, it doesn’t really do anything for me personally, or the people or causes I believe in.
So, what do I do? How do you get yourself out of the Slough of Despond and back into fighting form? Pull up a chair and tell me your favorite feminist-friendly anti-life-sucks strategies.
P.S. Using the phrase “Girl Powah!” will get you kicked out of the hug circle.