Disjointed thoughts that have been wandering around my head on this snow day.
- Last night I could just sense a snow day coming. I planned ahead, brought home work from my office and told my students that we would till have presentations on Wednesday despite a snow day on Tuesday. That’s faith y’all. And sure enough, this morning James woke me up to tell me that I had a genuine DC snow day, meaning almost no snow but still no school. He had to go in midmorning but we still had time to make breakfast sandwiches and eat them in front of the Christmas tree. Which brings me to the point: how are breakfast sandwiches so good and so easy and yet forgotten on our menu so frequently????
- As with all my snow days, I have used today to work on all my looming papers. For those who care, I am spending my final weeks of the semester studying the role of the Turkish harem in French imagination of the seventeenth century, analyzing how men imagine and write women in epistolary novels of the eighteenth century, and spending a lot of time analyzing the museum scene from the movie La Jetée. It’s only 30 minutes and on Hulu plus, if anyone is especially bored and wants to be kind of creeped out by an artsy French movie.
- They say that things can’t make you happy, but I bought a cute little red tray from Target last week to hold things on our coffee table [see bottom picture] and it sure has me smiling. In a moment of stupidity a while back, I signed up for us to receive like 20 magazines. At first it was cool. Now, I hate it. I get so stressed about leaving magazines unread so sometimes I force myself to sit and read a stack — just so I can throw them away. On the plus side, this now means I have lots of random facts for conversation. Now, rather than overflowing onto the floor, the ones I am reading can be stacked neatly and nestled in next to a poinsettia and a candle.
- Despite the fact that our church is liturgical and fairly traditional, they sang no Christmas carols or hymns last week. James and I, understandably disappointed, compensated by singing EVERY VERSE OF ALL OF THEM Sunday night around midnight. Loudly. Actually, he whistled the harmony and I sang the words. Don’t you wish you were our neighbors? And, even though I have long hated that little drummer boy song (what mother of a newborn wants some kid banging his drum in the room?), even I love this version.
- 2 years ago today James proposed. I still get all giggly thinking about it.
- Why has Facebook suddenly decided that I’m fat, suddenly filled my newsfeed with things like “Find out how these college girls dropped 4 sizes in a week! ” Um… by not eating and smoking off any calories that slip in? That can’t be healthy. I mean, can Facebook tell that I have some muffin top in an occasional picture when I am smothering something in an attack hug, or that when I laugh hardcore I get extra chins? Or worse — does it just auto-produce those because I’m a girl and thus must be concerned about my weight, the result becoming of course, that I start to be. In that case, is it doing it for everyone? Our culture is determined to distract us from being healthy and to teach us that our bodies are constantly wrong, perpetually flawed. They are the enemy, something to be subdued and hated, rather than something that is kind of an amazing reminder of God’s good work and intelligent design. I’m not saying that my cookie and egg-nog every night habit is good, but our obsession with diets may be worse, killing any chance of good self-esteem and appropriate food love in a whole generation. I listened to this poem a while back and I loved what it said about women constantly being told we need to shrink, but I think it’s not just us. I imagine a whole lot of guys feel self-conscience about one thing or another as well, but our culture has no place for their insecurities. Whereas women are almost encouraged to be insecure and have negative self body image, men are told that to have any feelings on the matter at all makes them less of a man. It just makes me so sad. Every human life is worthy of dignity, therefore every human body deserves our respect.