Beckie woke me up this morning and told me the coffee was ready and we were going shopping. After I finally got up to the promise of caffeine, we decided that we shouldn’t spend such a beautiful day inside. We were feeling productive. Project-mode.
We went to Home Depot with drawings and figures. We wandered around the lumber section receiving inquisitive looks with often mocking and condescending undertones. We had our wood cut in predetermined proportions. We were harassed mildly by a group of guys our age that were building a bar and we were slightly patronized by the man with the saw (who incidentally cut one piece ½ an inch too short…devil). We took our cut pieces to the paint section and picked out a creamy mocha. The men behind the paint counter raised their eyebrows. At the checkout a woman complimented my dress and a teenage boy implied, in a way we still don’t understand, that Beckie was my daughter.
Two young women in Home Depot shopping for lumber and paint are greeted with unwarranted chauvinism. I was kind of offended.
We built a bookshelf designed to fit on top of my dresser. I am moving to Buffalo tomorrow morning and we thought it was a good idea to have something to help organize my things so I don’t take over my brother’s living room.
An afternoon of drill-bits and misogyny turned into a night of feminism as I sat down with friends in an otherwise empty theater to see Sex and the City 2. Full of ridiculous outfits and a lifestyle impossible to afford, this was actually one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. I love Sex and the City and I loved the first movie, but I guess this is a good example of the benefits of letting a good thing die. This movie was offensive in regards to the Middle East. It reinforced every stereotype and did nothing to work against any kind of expectation. The acting was so bad it was hard to believe and the story-line and script were shameful. Disappointing is basically the only word I can use to describe it.
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