It’s been a long time. I shouldn’t have left you. As much as it pains me, I’ll have to end up Rakim quoting here.
It’s been almost two months since I last posted. I find this kind of funny (if not, ahem, ironic) because during these two months I’ve been exposed to so many things that would have made for, in my opinion, very interesting posts. But now those things are either dated (Lady Gaga’s fabulous concert, a risqué theme party I attended, my experiences writing an article about blogging) or boring to me (Tiger Woods - nuf said), so I don’t feel like dwelling on them. Hopefully this coming year (which I just realized starts in three days) will provide as much inspiration as this last one did, along with more free time for writing.
Gosh, I cannot believe that another year has passed already. I feel like ever since I turned sixteen, the years have been passing faster and faster. It’s funny. When I was younger, I couldn’t wait to be older and just wanted the years to pass quickly, but now that I am older, I want them to slow down. I want time to reflect and make moments last, as much as I know that once the moment has passed, it’s gone. Moments seem to last forever when you’re living them, but then they sort of disappear.
God, that sounded melodramatic.
But as much as I do yearn for the days of slowly passing time and all that philosophical business, I’ve really enjoyed my first semester as an adult. I’ve really taken to all of this cooking, cleaning and decision-making, much to my family’s surprise. Back when I was living at home, I never cooked and rarely cleaned, but now that’s all I seem to be doing. I try out new recipes in my spare time. I think new ones up for fun. I clean every other day. I lend people umbrellas and scarves so that they don’t get wet or catch cold. I’ve gone window-shopping for 1950’s-style aprons. I WASH DISHES.
Since starting this domestic life, I’ve been the butt of a lot of jokes claiming that my newfound domesticity is somehow anti-feminist. This is bullshit. Anyone who has lived on their own can tell you that all of these behaviours have nothing to do with being a feminist or not. They have to do with being a responsible adult, as lame as it sounds.
The way I look at it, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, so you might as well enjoy it as much as you can and do it as well as you can. Bitching and moaning about something that’s going to be a part of my life from this point going forward is silly.
Anyways, I’ll stop now before I go into a complete rant about the hypocrisy of some so-called feminists. I’ll leave you with “My Boy Lollipop” by Millie Small which is equal parts annoying and infectious. Enjoy, if you can.
xoxo Allyssia
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