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Feb. 1st, 2008 07:52 am1. I should not be this awake. I am going to crash hard tonight, aren't I?
2. I have a very busy weekend coming up.
3. I have decided that the Life of Molly X, which I saw last night at the Castro, is a secret feminist parable. See, it starts out with a rivalry between two women (one blonde and one brunette, natch). As an indirect result, the title character gets sent to prison. But she's sent to a "modern," reform-style prison (in California!), where she is initially aloof and suspicious of the other inmates, but eventually softens and enters into the communal spirit. She makes friends. She has conversations that pass the Bechdel Test. She works hard. And her new friends, they support her when her old rival ends up in the clink, too, with the express purpose of taking her down. It doesn't work! They present a united, protective front! Or, at least they cover her ass after the inevitable prison yard fight :)
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
4. Last night's dinner, excellent and easy: About two cups of giant white beans (pre-cooked; these are the beans that didn't make it into the cassoulet), fried in a skillet with onions and garlic until they start to brown. Then, I threw in two bunches of chard because two bunches is what I had to use up; this was about twice what the recipe called for, but oh well. Wilt the chard, add lots of salt and pepper, and eat. That's it. So easy. So delicious.
5. With the help of my date last night and an anecdote from my past too gross to discuss here (although I did contemplate writing it up for My Sucky Valentine, so it's not that bad), I now have a new rule of thumb to determine whether or not I should be seeing someone. In non-graphic form: if you don't think they'd help you with the mess, maybe it's time to move on. This is a good marker for friendships in general, too.
2. I have a very busy weekend coming up.
3. I have decided that the Life of Molly X, which I saw last night at the Castro, is a secret feminist parable. See, it starts out with a rivalry between two women (one blonde and one brunette, natch). As an indirect result, the title character gets sent to prison. But she's sent to a "modern," reform-style prison (in California!), where she is initially aloof and suspicious of the other inmates, but eventually softens and enters into the communal spirit. She makes friends. She has conversations that pass the Bechdel Test. She works hard. And her new friends, they support her when her old rival ends up in the clink, too, with the express purpose of taking her down. It doesn't work! They present a united, protective front! Or, at least they cover her ass after the inevitable prison yard fight :)
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
4. Last night's dinner, excellent and easy: About two cups of giant white beans (pre-cooked; these are the beans that didn't make it into the cassoulet), fried in a skillet with onions and garlic until they start to brown. Then, I threw in two bunches of chard because two bunches is what I had to use up; this was about twice what the recipe called for, but oh well. Wilt the chard, add lots of salt and pepper, and eat. That's it. So easy. So delicious.
5. With the help of my date last night and an anecdote from my past too gross to discuss here (although I did contemplate writing it up for My Sucky Valentine, so it's not that bad), I now have a new rule of thumb to determine whether or not I should be seeing someone. In non-graphic form: if you don't think they'd help you with the mess, maybe it's time to move on. This is a good marker for friendships in general, too.
