As I fight with the male-dominated genre of absurdism, it is refreshing to find the feminine perspective. Currently, I am trying to write a paper discussing the absence of (meaningful) females in absurdist plays. It only enhances my distaste for the genre. So I have to read Pinter, who is such a misogynist. But I also get to read Maria Irene Fornes, who I find to be interesting and funny. But my thesis eludes me.
Last night, I headed over to the Green House for a Girls' Night. The 2 directors are women, sharing this awesome house. And they decided to host all the grad and senior girls. Contrary to male fantasy, there was no lingerie or pillowfights. Just alot of red wine and brownies and shooting of the shit. We all holed up in the loft talking about audition nightmares. Came back down and managed to hold 3 different conversations around the same table. And Moss' toast was awesome - "To women who are going to make it in a field dominated by white men." I can't say it would have been any different if boys had been invited, but it was fun to just chill in the last moments of the quarter.
Unfortunately, when I got home, my cold broke. I had been hoping it was allergies. So I drugged up and curled under the covers with a box of Kleenex to watch Billy Elliot for film class. I had been pretty awake, but it's hard to read feminist theory and take notes while on Benadryl and constantly sneezing.
I'm hoping that the cold is the reason I have felt so tired lately. In the meantime, I stock up on coffee and trudge the last 2 weeks of the quarter. It will all get done, I'm just going to be a grumpy monkey in the meantime.
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