Return of the eye-mask. I feel really well-rested. But that might be because I overslept by an hour.
Patty's parents arrive today. Also, she got a really cute haircut.
I have just gotten my face waxed. As per usual, they made my eyebrows too thin. They do open up my eyes when they are done, but I hate when they are too thin -- they speak to me of gender-normative desires I don't have. Of course, knowing this would happen, I got them done ten days before anything I care about -- they'll be coming back in slightly by then, and if not, I'll use pencil to fix. Because, argh, I am not a delicate thing with big eyes who is harmless. No.
The Joaquin Phoenix documentary, I'm Still Here, isn't real. While everyone I know expresses some level of annoyance or boredom while insisting on their own lack of credulity on the matter before this was revealed, I'm shocked that more people aren't finding the thing at least abstractly interesting. Because, in short, this is about a guy and his friends writing RPF about themselves.
shweta_narayan has an amazing post about the personal cost and general non-success of trying to assimilate in the way some people (most recently, Elizabeth Moon) would have you, erroneously, believe all immigrants must in order to succeed and do with ease and acceptance. It's important information and great writing.