Next week, I’ll be in Vancouver—that’s almost hard to believe. In a week, I’ll be on a cruise ship—we’ve been waiting for a year.
It’s that time again—when everything feels off, emotions run wild, and every cell in your body seems to be screaming for a break. That time of the month is never fun, but sometimes they feel worse than usual, and “yucky” doesn’t even begin to describe it. The upside is that I won’t have my period during the trip. I’m still bringing feminine products along with me, just in case. I feel so off today.
I’m nearly finished with the book, “WordSlut.” It’s an unabashed feminist exploration of the language we use daily and how it shapes and is shaped by gender. Suppose you’ve ever wondered why certain words carry the significance they do or how everyday language can subtly perpetuate sexism. In that case, this book delves into those questions with humor and insight. At its core, “WordSlut” delves into the power of words. It serves as a reminder that language isn’t neutral – it’s a tool that can reinforce or dismantle social structures. On the other hand, the book’s perspective on reclaiming derogatory language is empowering for some but may be seen as contentious. Not everyone agrees on the effectiveness or desirability of reclaiming certain slurs, and this subject is approached more as a celebration than a critical debate.
As I near the end of this book, I must confess that it has taken me an unusually long time to finish. And to make matters worse, I’m still not done with it! Remember when picking up a book and immersing yourself in its pages was effortless? Recently, however, it feels like a mental barrier whenever I attempt to sit down and read. We live in a time when distractions are plentiful. Our phones constantly buzz with notifications, social media feeds are incessantly refreshing, and an endless array of entertainment is waiting to be consumed. Reading necessitates sustained focus, which is becoming increasingly difficult to achieve amidst the allure of quick dopamine hits competing for our attention.
Nonetheless, I still enjoy reading. I’m not too fond of the notion that infrequent engagement with a hobby signifies a lack of interest. I was previously conditioned to believe that if you don’t engage in something regularly, you have moved on from that hobby. In reality, I think this was more of my mother’s tactic to encourage me to discard items when I was young. There was no room for collecting items in our household. I attempted to collect stuffed animals, Barbies, keychains, notebooks, books, and more. She really hated that about me. I had to collect all things!
I ended up spending 20 minutes writing instead of studying today. It’s been an off day. I’m getting back to studying now and will write more later.
We’re having tacos for dinner tonight, and I’ve prepared some beans. The aroma of the beans cooking is making me quite hungry, even though I already had lunch. I’m tempted to have a snack, but we don’t have any in the house. Besides, I’m trying to lose weight so that snacking wouldn’t be a good idea. Karissa just stopped by to “check on me.” I’m still determining what she’s checking up on, but she comes by a few times daily to say hi and see how I’m doing. It’s cute.
