age 29, Ph.D student in Social Policy
at University of North London, married to Martin.
I spend some time at Goldsmiths College, where
I did my MA (also in Social Policy), and where I am now a part-time tutor
in the Computer Services Department.
I'm in London,
England, UK and
the weatheris crappy.
I was born and raised
in Philadelphia, PA, and I spent a few years in New York at Barnard College,
Do you want to see
some pictures of my new flat? Why?
- Mayonnaiseis the most vile substance on earth. Its taste, smell, fat
content, and especially its repulsive consistency make me ill. And what the
hell is with this macaroni salad business, etc.? It's nothing more than pasta
with mayonnaise slathered on it. Here is a scary photo taken at
a recent family barbeque. Surely there are better things to eat in the world.
- The Suburbs. I got married in June, 1997. When I tell people this, they
seem shocked to learn that upon becoming a married person, I'm not planning
on buying a house in the suburbs and petrifying on a couch with my husband
for the next 30 years. Maybe they thought I said I'm getting a lobotomy...
I also hate people
who spit in the street, autumn and winter, people who don't clean up after
their dogs, Connex, Daylight Savings Time, raisins, people who
cannot construct or recognize a logical argument, literary
criticism, pathological sports team loyalty, ventriloquists, water
chestnuts, far-right wingers, people who claim that everything is 'racist',
big dogs, Sundays, jean (denim) jackets, the word 'gob', rain,
poor grammar, Spam (both types), bratty children, lace curtains and
other chintz, car sickness, ‘alternative’
medicine, people who call their parents their ‘folks’, mushrooms (but
the psychedelic kind are okay, of course...), board games, creationists,
extraneous apostrophes in plurals, camping, "haute couture", and religion, to
name but a few things..
- Cigarette Smokers. I'm sick of being subjected to pulmonary rape by smokers.
I'm no advocate of prohibition
- I know it won't work. (We've already tried it.) In fact, I favor the legalization
of all drugs. Smoke pot, smoke crack, smoke cigarettes, just don't do it
near me. Maybe you like waking up in the morning after a night out, reeking
of smoke, but I don't. Plus, I have asthma. And what's with all these indignant
"smokers' rights" slapmonkies? Your right to swing your fist ends where my
nose begins. Go play some phlegm ball baseball.
sunflowers, McVitties Go Ahead little cakes (chocolate), codeine, sunshine,
salmon and rainbow trout (to eat), snails (to watch, not eat),
George Orwell, domestic spiders, skeptics, Napster and Gnutella,
hair products (especially conditioner & de-frizz stuff), Nabokov,
Erica Jong, Abraham Lincoln,
wood floors, old Routemaster
Buses (especially route 36 (London), with Route 19 coming in second), babies (under 6 months old, with fuzzy
heads), coriander (cilantro), birds (parrots, crows, blackbirds,
robins, sparrows etc.), cats, sleep, Photoshop, bats, rats,
pens, spring and summer, e-mail, the Web, Charles Bukowski, old
Dracula movies, Irish whiskey, Camille Paglia, Shults Bird
Farm in Bucks County, PA (where you can hold parrots), tea, Deptford Market (London),
dancing, ferrets, and quotes, among other
the Hobgoblinn, New Cross.
You can *often* find me there.