Why do the comments I write on other people’s sites always seem far more interesting and well thought-out than those on my own damn site these days?
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Exhibit B

At this point I’m considering copying and pasting my very own comments and posting them here for content. How friggin sad is that?

That said I’m going to attempt to write an interesting, (hopefully) well-written little vignette from my day.

Cody was off work today and we decided to go out to lunch. I’m too embarrassed to tell you where I’ll just say it’s a seafood restaurant chain that has surprisingly good gumbo. While there he asked me where I bought the gigantic spool of plastic foodwrap that I’ve had since well before he and I met. He wasn’t sure if it was actually the same one.

“Oh, that. I stole it from Judy Chicago in 1994.”

Then went on to tell him about a workshop I took with her during a summer term at College of Santa Fe where women basically paid a pretty big sum of money to have the privilege of having the famed feminist artist show up once a day, say mean paranoid things about how we’re fighting against her while we really have resentment for men, which occasionally resulted in making the big lesbian biker woman I’d made friends with in class cry, then take credit for all our artwork as a “sponsored group piece” in a gallery show. Made me rethink exactly who’s been doing the actual work in her famed art pieces that’s for sure.

In retaliation I stole the Sam’s club saran wrap from the leftover supplies. And coined the saying “Well she may have had to work hard to get respect in the male-dominated art world but she didn’t have to grow a penis of meanness.”

He knew about some of it because my self-portrait plaster casts from the show are decidedly in the garage and not hanging in the house like he thinks they should. But he was starting to suspect that I’ve been having a clandestine affair with the glad wrap man while he’s away working nights.

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I don’t even want to go into what he said about people who need antidepressants because his statements are just too ridiculous for me to feel justified in acknowledging. He’s clearly going through an extreme mid-life crisis of the narcissistic celebrity kind. I just hope that his statements haven’t made anyone with any form of depression reconsider getting the help they need. There’s enough of a stigma against people with mental illnesses a celebrity anti-spokesperson leading a crusade really isn’t necessary.

Oh, I can now say that I’ve tasted wasabi ginger and black licorice ice creams. And I probably never will again.