During college I was a fabulous slut with a radio show and an ironic cheerleading team and lots of jpegs, but after graduating, I thought I had to wise/grow up, for some reason. I stopped dying and spiking my hair. I threw out my black eyeliner. I was quick to label a lot of things as "trashy" and was really concerned with avoiding said trashy things. I tried to learn how to cook (healthily), I framed everything I put on a wall, I tried to go to bed early, I wanted to smell nice all of the time, I wanted whiter teeth, I wanted glossier hair, I went tanning (which for someone like me translates into "I went burning"). I wore a lot of J. Crew pastel skirts with matching cardigans. And for those three years, whenever I looked into a mirror I'd wonder "wait, so what am I missing?" I didn't look like myself. I didn't look like the striven-for perpetual magazine ad. I just looked . . . tired. And I felt caught up in a panic over all this work toward a life I was slowly realizing I didn't even want.
I credit stumbling into last year’s The Slutcracker with a lot. I feel like I was reluctantly inching down a certain path, with its certain self-righteous opinions about what it meant to be an adult, and educated, and female, and feminist, and professional, and what all of that looked like. And then this group was all “hey, want to join our club? We’re replacing all our zippers with velcro” and I was all “oh thank God yesyesyesyesyes!”
What is your favorite accessory/clothing item/sparkly thing to don?
I've gotten super into thigh-high socks, preferably striped. But for immediate transformation, a great wig can't be beat.
What do you do as a contributing member of society?
I'm a web manager. Charge me with your internets.
Best song to dance to, of all time:
Right now for me it's "5 Million Ways to Kill a CEO", by The Coup. But I also have a pretty good history with Le Tigre's "Deceptacon."
Stance on healthcare reform:
Maaan. I used to think all my problems would be solved once I got insurance.
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