I’ve been watching too much TV lately and it’s making me question everything. Too much Mad Men is never a good thing, for lots of reasons that deserve their own blog post. Seven episodes of Twin Peaks in one day is only going to have a negative affect on your state of mind.
I have an excuse; I’ve had a cold, so I’ve practically quarantined myself in the flat, venturing out after a few days to go back to work, but coming home and retreating to the couch with some hot Ribena and a DVD box-set. T seems to be out a lot, which, on the one hand, highlights my lack of plans, but on the other, it means I don’t have to listen to him asking what the hell the Log Lady is talking about. It’s David Lynch - what do you want from me?
My almost-lack of a social life lately has been counterbalanced by my new job. Which I kind of love. The last few months, I’ve had a career-y job that I enjoy for the first time I can remember. I feel like I’m actually quite good at it, which frankly is a relief because I was starting to wonder, especially after that previous false dawn of a media agency job which stressed me out so much that I started worrying about it on Friday nights, instead of on Sunday like a normal person. I used to think I hated having a job, but it turns out I just needed a different one. Earlier this month I was working late most nights and barely even noticed; I care about it, and I badly want to do well - nothing groundbreaking there, but it helps get you through the day.
Maybe it’s just the time of year. Thank goodness I got a job just as summer ended or I might never leave the house. Typically, I’m on borrowed time, because it’s a temporary contract, but at least I know there’s actually a job that won’t make me dread getting up in the morning. Now I just need to stop using TV as an escape mechanism and sort out the rest of my life. Easy.
It feels like the first day back at school after the summer holidays. It’s sunny and cold outside, and I’m starting a new job today – a career one, as an editor. It’s not full-time, but it’s enough that I can stop worrying so much and trawling job websites. It has all worked out oddly well. I’ve had a summer off, essentially, which isn’t something you usually get once university’s over and you enter the world of work. Apart from a few days a week in a nice shop and a bit of freelance, I’ve had a summer of breakfasts in the garden, bike rides, afternoon naps, housework and cooking. I’ve spent a lot of quality time with the cats. So it feels appropriate and right that I should be starting a new job as the season changes, switching my summer clothes for a uniform of smart-casual office wear and heading to a desk. I feel like I should be buying stationery and a new school bag. After a summer where I was time rich but cash poor, and for who knows how long, it feels good to be reasserting my financial independence. I bought myself some new boots to celebrate.
I watched Reality Bites last night for the first time in years. I totally loved it. These two are so ridiculously hot in this film. 1990s Ethan Hawke makes me have all sorts of feelings.
I’m so impressionable sometimes that I immediately wanted to cut my hair short again, having just decided to keep growing it out (big decisions). Maybe I should be past loving all these coming of age, what am I going to do with my life dramas by now, but I can’t help myself.
No other genres so actively invite representations of the ultimate goals of feminism: worlds free of sexism, worlds in which women’s contributions (to science) are recognized and valued, worlds in which the diversity of women’s desire and sexuality, and worlds that move beyond gender.
Close watchers of this space may observe that we have, in the past, posted the iconic video for “Wuthering Heights.” But when we realized that today was not just Emily Brontë’s birthday but also Kate Bush’s, well, you can see that we had no alternative.