This morning’s body horror experience is brought to you by the nearly twenty bug bites I have exclusively on my left leg and foot. None literally anywhere else on my body. Eight on my inner calf and about ten on my foot, and the ones on my foot are in sets of two. Which makes me think of bed bugs, which is not a thing I want to think about. Bryant, however, appears to have no bites at all. I read that bed bugs seem to prefer females in a male/female bed situation. Awesome.
I hope my left leg is just really tasty to some industrious mosquitoes or something…
Gosh. Uh, anywhere? I’ve been to a fair number of places in the US, actually- my parents took me on a cross-country trip to Vegas when I graduated high school -but I haven’t been anywhere else. I went to Quebec in middle school and Montreal a couple years ago, and that’s as far as I’ve gone.
I’d love to go anywhere in Europe, of course, and I was fascinated with Venice when I was little. I’d love to go somewhere tropical, to see Hawaii, to see mountains in Alaska, and see places that aren’t anything like New England- like Africa and Australia. I just want to go somewhere.
Biggest insecurity…well, tricky. I’m insecure about plenty of things, like most people, I assume. I’m short and awkward and not good at talking to people and even though I’m short, I sometimes feel huge and weird and like I’m sticking out, and I don’t dress especially well or do any girly things very well and my hair’s always messy and you can see all the pores or follicles on my legs. Do I drink too much? I wish I had thinner legs and bigger boobs and straight hair and was taller and awesomer at everything.
But that’s all dumb stuff. I worry mostly about art stuff. Am I actually an artist or am I just not that bright and couldn’t do anything else? I used to be able to write and I kind of lost that skill set in college, I think. I can draw better than a lot of people, but not that great, and being able to draw doesn’t mean you’re an artist, or that you can do anything with it. Can I do anything with it? I don’t know. Am I a good editor? I don’t know. Have I been working in a vacuum for five years and do I have any chance of making it in the industry outside of this one particular place? Am I good at anything? Am I fooling myself by thinking I can do anything? Did I make myself stupid? Do I have enough passion?
No one disputes that an on-duty Irvine police officer got an erection and ejaculated on a motorist during an early-morning traffic stop in Laguna Beach. The female driver reported it, DNA testing confirmed it and officer David Alex Park finally admitted it.
When the case went to trial, however, defense attorney Al Stokke argued that Park wasn’t responsible for making sticky all over the woman’s sweater. He insisted that she made the married patrolman make the mess—after all, she was on her way home from work as a dancer at Captain Cream Cabaret.
“She got what she wanted,” said Stokke. “She’s an overtly sexual person.”
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“Park didn’t pick a housewife or a 17-year-old girl,” Kamiabipour said in her closing argument. “He picked a stripper. He picked the perfect victim.”
I hate this argument that strippers are just out to take advantage of men and “get what they want”. As if the industry of stripping just arose because women like to titillate strange men- not because men like to look at women.
And I have no problem with men liking to look at women OR women who like to titillate strange men. It’s just when we turn that into anything other than a legal occupation and the stripper into anything other than a full-fledged citizen that I get angry…
It’s also so painfully obvious that this guy was stalking her (and other strippers) and did every suspicious thing possible to prove it. I hope when our generation is in their 50s and 60s, like this jury, we’re a little less judgmental and shitty…
I feel so guilty when I don’t have work for our interns to do. We have five of them for this summer, and there’s about fifteen employees in the house, so it’s a little ridiculous. But I want to give them a good experience and teach them something and make them feel like they’ve contributed. But there just aren’t enough computers or things to do. Buh.
Also, I can update my bio on the company website soon. Which is exciting, but I think my bio gets shorter every time I rewrite it. The best news, though, is that I can change the awful photo I have of myself up there now.