So in high-stress places like grad school, where
people work hard and many of those who work hard
also play hard, it's important if you're not
part of the dominant genus (in this case, straight
geeky men) to have a very solid idea of who you
are and what you want and what you'll put up with.
If your head isn't screwed on securely, you're
quite likely to find other things screwed, or screwed up, with vigor.
So genera available to nonmen seem to include
Taken, Ugly, and Feminazi.
None of which are me. Perhaps another one would
have, in the past, been Nun, but nobody's
seen one in so long that they don't know how to
behave. Maybe I should buy me a ruler. I know
some knuckles could use a smacking.
Speaking of nuns, check out this poem of
Erica Jong, Becoming a Nun.
Just kind of wandering around the zoo, amazed,
doesn't seem to be an option. Folks'll want to
know which cage you belong in.
Remind me to tell the story of the
Hallowe'en party some time...