Previously, all the blogs prior to this one actually, this blog was indebted to a Women's Studies course which is a mandatory general education requirement at my women's college. That makes perfect sense and it was a great course though I really didn't learn anything new and was forced to write inane blogs about assigned readings but we won't go into that. However, I like the name and I love to blog so I thought I'd return to the standard 90's internet hobby here. I used to have one of those ancient MySpace blogs which...probably still exists somewhere out on the internet but I'm not sure I could find it now even if I tried. I currently just tumbl and Facebook and those are not ideal outlets for actual textual blogging. Reposting nifty pictures and whiny status updates can be easily avoided here where I hope to stick to the "traditional" craft of blogging, being mostly text and linkage where applicable. Still, I am an art historian at heart so if you find I become overly attached to posting new photos and writing about exciting new gallery openings, please forgive me.
This blog post will most likely be short and to the point, a preliminary sort of thing rather than anything profound of exhilarating. The primary reason for that being that I am currently making dinner and I'm going to need to jump up any minute and finish it.
The basics about me? I'm 22. I'm female, at least that is how I self identify and the world at large would define me based on my genitals and cultural roles. I do my best to buck convention in most cases, however, and am aided in my quest to live an exciting, beautiful, unconventional life is my amazing Lover. We've been together for four years and approximately 5 months and we're very in love and very happy. I'm currently finishing up my last semester as a senior at the aforementioned women's college. I'm a double major in English literature and art history and I intend to go on to get my Ph.D. in art history. I love the stuff and it's been good to me so I consider it a winning aspiration. I'd like to teach at the college level. No museums for me, thank you very much. I mean, I love to visit them, I just can't imagine reporting to one as my base of operations for years on end. I think I'd lose my bloody mind. Anyway, I'm currently awaiting rejection letters from the University of Toronto, Brown University, Indiana University at Bloomington, and the University of Chicago. If one or more of them decides to send me an acceptance letter instead, however, I will not complain. Not at all. In fact, I will dance with joy and celebrate until I collapse into a little jubilant heap on the floor. Then the stark reality of grad school will hit me with all the additional implications of moving to an entirely new place, trying to find funding, and hoping I manage to make friends and do well despite my crippling social awkwardness. I am currently still on holiday from ordinary classes but I am continuing to bagel slave as my form of employment and I am doing research for my art history thesis which is due next semester. My thesis for English literature was completed (except for minor editing) last semester so this is the semester I focus on Robert Mapplethorpe. He's rather an interesting fellow to say the least and I am thoroughly enjoying studying his life and art. I hope that my comprehensive work on his sculptural works and late career return to classicism will be substantial and maybe even publishable (?) so I probably won't post much about it here, aside from the few odd facts, quotes, images, etc. I think are interesting but mostly unrelated to my particular topic. So, that's me and what I'm doing at moment. Dinner is calling for me to complete it so, off I go.
