That blog post for my women’s studies class remains one of the pieces of writing I’m most proud of. I had a lot of passion about the topic and I was able to translate it into writing to my satisfaction which is very rare.
Apparently in her queer studies class today, my former professor talked about a blog post about teen girls that I wrote and how great it was and how much she loved it and I’m full of a lot of feelings and happy and oh goodness.
I think I’ve developed an allergy to something in my new apartment? Or mono is being weird? I can’t tell what the cause is, only that I’m miserable right now.
I’m starting to meet a noticeable number of vegans and for a few of my friends it’s only a matter of time before they’re vegan too so I started looking at some vegan recipes because I like to make food for people.
I’m a little offended by the sheer volume of salad recipes. I know how to chop up veggies and mix them together. Goddamn.
And what’s with all the kale? I do not support the kale movement. I can respect all the avocado even though I think it’s gross because it’s apparently a decent egg substitute, but there is no excuse for all the fucking kale I’m running into.
Also there is apparently some confusion over how veganism works judging by all the recipes calling for eggs or even milk. Honey, as I understand it, is debatable as far as whether or not vegans will consume it, but I’m real sure vegans have a pretty solid opinion on eggs and milk. And I’m real sure it is not a positive opinion.
I’ll have to do a more effective search when I have real internet access again because I do not feel as though I succeeded.