Welcome to “Another Important Piece of Writing” a weekly(ish) newsletter/life update/writing exercise/rant/potenially the next most important piece of literature from the 21st century but probably not.
If you are keeping track (I beg that you don’t) I haven’t done one of these in like 2 weeks. I went to Melbourne to do a week of shows, when I got back I did 6 or 7 gigs in the span of 4 days and then I thought it’d be fun to fracture my toe at work! Some of these things are arguably cooler and a better excuse as to not sit down and talk about a few things once a week but regardless, welcome back to my inner monologue. This is what the fuck has been going on.
I’ve been watching Mad Men. “Weren’t you just watching and madly obsessed with Alone?” Yes ok, I don’t know what happened! I totally forgot that I had just recently been swept up in the drama and nonsense of Alone because of the drama and nonsense Mad Men has had to offer! That and a boy that I like told me Mad Men was good so naturally, I had to see what the deal was.
It’s very good. I can see why it won all those awards and accolades 10-15 years ago (just a little self burn there). It’s very funny to me that the Mad Men drink 3 ounces of malt liquor every 8-10 minutes but they fired the first guy who pissed himself in the office. The reason I like Shakespeare is that although life and language have changed the fundamental issues people deal with on a day to day basis (love, hate, lust etc.) are still the same, which can also be said for Mad Men. It’s as true then as it was now that you can be a problem drinker hanging around other problem drinkers, but as soon as you fuck up the vibe YOU’RE OUT.
I’m working on this bit in my Stand Up Comedy™ at the moment about how I feel like a bad feminist because I dont want to work – and quite frankly watching Mad Men hasn’t helped. Ok yeah, wives from that era didn’t have the best lives, but all they have to do is potter around the house all day smoking ciggies while popping unregulated diet pills and amphetamines. If all I had to produce from a day’s work was a roast and making sure I was standing upright when the kids got home, I’d sure as shit be a lot calmer than I am now.
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I am constantly afflicted by what I call “Late Night Optimism” wherein for whatever reason or another I am struck with the thought, the sudden optimism, that tomorrow will be the day! Tomorrow, I will start again! Tomorrow, I will get it together! Tomorrow, I will get it done!
I don’t know where it started or where it comes from, this newfound belief in this future version of me that, without any sort of change to the way I am or the way I do things HAS IT ALL TOGETHER. But, I love it. It really does help. Any optimism in me or my abilities, fairly received or not, goes a long way.
Yes, of course, when I don’t fix every single little issue in my life within the next 24 hours I get disappointed beyond all belief. I never understand how it doesn’t all magically turn around when I was wildly optimistic for the 15 minutes before I fall asleep – but that has never stopped this Late Night Optimism Fairy from visiting me again, sprinkling me and my pillow with a little bit of “you can do it!” dust.
When I can find a way to get that bitch to visit me periodically throughout the day, everyday, that’s when it’s over for all of you bitches. Mark my words.
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I don’t and have never thought that women are too emotional to be in politics or positions of power, but I definitely am. Most women in politics are either menopausal or have come from pretty decent socio-ecomic backgrounds that their general and reproductive health is pretty well sorted, so I would have never thought that would have been an issue in their decision making.
I, on the other hand, just fractured my toe rage-kicking a box at work leaving all my dreams of being in office in pieces behind me (I had none). Unfortunately, I was just about to get my period which really does absolutely no favours for womankind.
To my credit, my job sucks ass. I’ve read studies before that say working in hospitality is more stressful than being a neurosurgeon which gives me some, but barely any peace of mind. It does make sense though. A neurosurgeon knows what they’re up against when they go into surgery, they’ve trained for years and are prepared for every possible outcome. Even then, at the end of the day the human body is incredibly fallible and they can walk away saying “It is what it is!” They also get paid out the asshole for their time. Yeah sure, somebody’s life is in their hands but somebody’s day is in mine, and you wouldn’t believe what people think is more important.
Every second fuckhead loves to go around being like “don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee!” but my whole job is dealing with those very people who haven’t had them yet. My whole day is dealing with under-caffeinated assholes who think the sun shines out of their ass and we should be grateful to be copping a bit of the warmth.
Also, I work at a place that has the word ‘nut’ in the name and the amount of people who come in with nut allergies is quite frankly, astounding. I’d never wish any ill will on anybody, but at some point we have to accept that some food allergies are trying to wipe out a certain kind of people, and maybe we should think about why?
My point is more women should be in politics and more women should be in positions of power, but this one is fine just sitting on the sidelines (emphasis on sitting).
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