Ah, summertime. The months of sun, college students yelling in the streets at all hours, and leaving the windows open.
Last year, I told everyone about the tiny spiders that choose to inhabit our apartment
during the summer months. I believe I neglected to write about the huge ones. For the sake of science, I risked my right arm to bring you the following: ( Spider vs. penny. )
I left the thing alone. Despite the fact that it was clearly big enough to eat me alive, I still have a sort of live-and-let-live-and-holy-shit-it-
might-jump-for-my-face attitude to these things. However, when the SO came home and the spider suffered a strange newspaper-related accident, I did not protest too much.
In non-spider but still-heebie news, waiting for the bus to work (my schedule has me taking one bus from class to the district I live in, and then catching another to take me to work) yesterday, two drunk middle-aged men started milling around beside me. One of them approached me, and began rambling about how I should be at the beach, because, "It's such a pretty day, and all the pretty girls like you are there." I very nearly retorted with "I'm not a girl," but such would violate my policy of just pretending I'm completely deaf whenever intoxicated hobos talk to me.
I don't know--I didn't feel so much threatened (although perhaps I should
--I weigh in at a mean 110 lbs, and have a great flailing technique) as I did confused
. Inasmuch as I think of myself as female (which I often don't
) I certainly don't think of myself as a "girl." I don't think of myself as a "lady" or a "woman," either, but I certainly don't think freaking "girl
" is the word I'm looking for.
And granting that I'm biologically female, I absolutely do not think I am pretty.
This isn't to say I have a bad body-image. I think I look pretty okay, and downright foppishly handsome from time to time. But I don't look pretty. I don't wear skirts, or make-up, or even shoes that aren't less than four years old.
Perhaps I shouldn't bristle so much at the word "pretty"--lord knows, I apply it to many a lovely boy. But it just seems so out-of-place applied to me.
Wow. This post certainly wound up being a two-for-one special. Spiders and
body-image, oh my!