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And I�m sure that you�re just as excited as I am that there isn�t any saw-dust in my hair. Yup, today was the day of carpenters (and other manly men types) wearing Harley Davidson t-shirts, driving forklifts, mini cranes, and hydraulic powered scaffolding� It was a day of North Carolinian, Texan, Kentuckian, and Georgian accents� some of them peppered with snuff. It was a day� of Barry Manilow and the Light 100 station. Yes. I would have expected Lynard Skynard, or Alabama, or even some Metallica� but apparently old Barry is very big with the burly biker builder men who piece together this convention. Color me surprised. As God as my witness I will never make generalizations about the musical tastes of Southern hammer and drill wielding bikers again. I was called ma�am today. A number of times. Despite the fact that I was the pretty young thing (because I was the ONLY young thing� there will be a lot more workers and exhibitors tomorrow) I was still called ma�am. It amuses me because I know they�re being polite and they�re trying not to step on my �liberated woman of the new millennium� toes by calling me �Miss� but I can see them actually processing ma�am in their heads before they say it. I do not actually mind miss. I am a miss. But it�s really in the way that it�s said, I think. Many people muddle the proper inflection of miss making it sound� patronizing(?) Miss vs. Ma�am� hmmm� perhaps tomorrow I will just wear the badge that I made for myself and maybe they�ll just call me �Andrea.� Today was slooow so there was a lot of talking between myself, DeAnne (my only other coworker for the day), and Ed (our supervisor). Sometimes I feel as if the most homophobic people seek me out to spread their message of disdain and disgust. DeAnne went through the whole �gay people will burn in hell forever and ever and it�s the greatest sin again God� spiel while Ed politely implied that homosexuality/eroticism was a chemical imbalance. �You know, like depression or schizophrenia.� DeAnne told me of all of the tale-tell signs for spotting a lesbian and Ed pointed out that most of the gay people that he�d ever encountered had experience some great trauma in their lives. I calmly replied that if she was so into the Bible, DeAnne should remember that her God is one of love, so she shouldn�t be so quick to condemn those who�d found love and I just let Ed know that he was absolutely right that homosexuals had experienced some great trauma: un-acceptance; and kept the rest of my comments to myself. Bah! Tomorrow I will probably have to wear a bra to work. I know that this really means nothing in the great scheme of things� except for the fact that I conveniently lost of mine while shuffling around in the city last year and I�m not sure if I have a proper one here in Windsor. I�ve worn this shirt many a time without a bra� usually out with friends or usually in warmer temperatures. However, tomorrow will find me greeting a great deal of people, mostly men, and I�d really prefer that my mouth be the only thing smiling at them in the cold expo hall. But then again� as long as I�m comfortable� I guess I�ll wait and see how the faeries feel in the morning. And! I bought under-roos Monday. SuperMan. A little blue tee with the Superman logo and little red boys� briefs with yellow trimming. They�re soo cute! I don�t care what Katie and Sadie think. Under-roos can most definitely be sexy. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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