Today is my anniversary, so let us all stop and wonder at the miracle of my 4 year old marriage. Woooo.
Spousetotheultimateproviderman and I celebrated last weekend by going out of town. And by out of town, I mean traveling from one suburb of Salt Lake City to another so that we could spend the weekend in a bed and breakfast eating chocolate cake for breakfast. Chocolate cake is breakfast food at bed and breakfasts, so long as it is also served with fruit. The things you learn.
Today, the actual anniversary, has proven not so exciting. Things that put a damper on celebrating:
1. 7:00 am faculty meetings where we don't end early enough for me to actually eat the provided breakfast.
2. The student who told me today that my hair looked frizzy, "like a black man!*" and followed up with "but it is okay, you are married, you don't have to look pretty anymore."
Is it misogynist week on the nature channel or something? Between freaky "I want to wave the Proclamation in your face" lady, and "women are just shiny pretty objects for men to collect" student, I feel like we need to consider resurrecting Alice Paul. (Tangent: let us all take a break to imagine an enraged Alice Paul sitting up in her grave, screaming, and then hauling ass out of her grave to right all the gender-oriented injustices of the world. Kapow! Equality! Bam! No more sexual harassment! I'm sorry. My feminist fantasies often get mixed up with my sci-fi fantasies. Please disregard.)
3. Anyway, I am also really upset at myself for not responding to the student in an appropriate way. I should have sternly rebuked him, explained why his behavior was inappropriate, and alerted him to the consequences should his behavior continue.
Instead I sort of ignored it/make a weird joke and moved on to the next group of students. Sigh. Feminism fail. Please let me keep my ID card. I promise to do better.
4. The massive amounts of tests I need to grade by next week. I should probably stop blogging. Julius Caesar awaits. (Yes, I love that I am grading Julius Caesar finals on the Ides of March. English nerds unite!)
I am as constant as the North Star,
Stephanie Mormon Child Bride.
*Racist AND Sexist. What a gem. I'm waiting for the homophobic remark so I can label him a true triple-threat.