Friday night. Shabbat. Sick as a dog. (I don’t get that saying.) My only plan is to drink my peppermint tea and finish these three books that have taken me too long to finish so I can focus on the seven books I have to read in the next four weeks to end this second-to-last semester of grad school. Too many books is not a thing.
One for school, one for me. I’m literally just going back and forth every 15-20 pages or so. It is interesting, when I do this, how tgere are things in each book, books that seem to have no connection, that tie in with one another. Today’s tie, the impetus of anger at being silenced by Madame Germaine de Staël, early French-German voice of the romantic literary era, her voice one of the beginnings of that romantic revolution.
Rebecca Traister always makes me think, makes me proud, and makes me so grateful to be a woman and a feminist. Today she is helping me be also grateful for the fire in my belly as a queer woman in this America.