In a world where Kevin Garnett, Harold Ford, and Halle Berry all check “black” on the census, even the argument that racial labels refer to natural differences in physical traits doesn’t hold up.
zomganthro note: an accessible, though not all encompassing read.
Fieldwork is like sex: It is often messy. It can be awkward, especially at first. It requires some flexibility. It is at best spontaneous and, no matter what one’s proposal may say, simply cannot be planned. Like sex, even bad sex, fieldwork is always productive: it produces sensations, emotions, intimate knowledge of oneself and others.
Patty Kelly, “Awkward Intimacies: Prostitution, Politics and Fieldwork in Urban Mexico”
(Looking forward to that dissertation…)
love this song. love this band.
it’s frustrating how alcohol exacerbates the qualities i hate most about myself and try my best to hide on a daily basis.
when people ask me about my so-called social life, part of me is frustrated, another part wants to break down and cry, but mostly i am trying to hold back laughter and say,”ha! what social life?!”
is it really too much to ask for people to be happy for me? some people really have a way of drawing attention away from the things that make you happy to focus on the things that aren’t going so well. it’s like a never-ending reality check. why can’t my life allow me to be self-absorbed like everyone else my age is?