September 27, 2004


Britt and I, on a lark, a graven, impulsive lark of a lark watched the OG version of Stepford Wives, which Britt sited as "our feminist duty". I like it when my feminist duty involves languishing on her couch. Anyhow. The metaphors were powerful, the tension was palpable and our most emo-breakdown fears that yes, the patriarchy is plotting against us , seemed oh so true. We sat on the porch, smoking our lite cigarettes, watching the sun go down, with a movie tension hangover on us like a filthy burqua, phantom high lacy collars dresses on our necks like an imposing hand.

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