the happiest public restroom stall in Boston

Oct 05, 2010 19:54

As reported yesterday, I had to go to Boston to do vaguely professional-type things. It was a nice trip and everything went well. More on that in a minute, but I wanted to start out by saying that, if you need cheering up, go to the first stall in the women's restroom at the Alewife T Station's main entrance (Cambridge Park side, not Russell Street ( Read more... )

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dovil October 6 2010, 00:14:47 UTC
Oh, I love blog entries like this because a) holy crap can I identify (I always wondered if it wasn't a side effect of getting older, where I'm now two steps away from spending my days behind a window twitching the curtain back and grumping about (the scary) youth), and b) because it's so nicely written that it should be published, which makes me sound like my mother. Oh, getting older.

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ashkitty October 6 2010, 00:18:51 UTC
This makes me really sad! Because I am still the mad one, and I always want to tell people that it works out and you can do things and yes, it's all going to be okay, and the sad stupid fact of it is that hardly anyone believes me. But you are wonderful, and talented, and still very brave in there somewhere because we are going to hop a freight train to the Yukon and take it over, remember? <333

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altri_uccelli October 6 2010, 02:13:52 UTC
Sorry, random person off your flist commenting, but I had to because there were so many little things here that touched me. Like, when I was a grad student I used to live a couple of blocks from Alewife. And in my teens I competed as well, not at your level, but jumping and dressage, and I know so viscerally what you meant when you said "you can cut time by taking a line of jumps in four strides instead of five..." And I'm ABD, partly because I got to the point where I was 35 and thought I could do it and have a kid, but then I had another kid, and then my partner finished and got a good job, and...well, that was part of the ABDness, but the bigger part was that the higher I got, the more I felt I was just that hair's breadth over the line into inadequacy (but at a certain level a hair's breadth feels like the Atlantic Ocean). I didn't have the superb Carolingian Latin of this guy, and I didn't have 8 languages like this other person, and I wasn't having orgasms of geekitude when faced with notarial hands in the fucking archives, ( ... )

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kickaesc! elderwitty October 6 2010, 06:53:22 UTC
I think it's easier to be sure when you're young. You can't imagine that the things you want/hope/need won't come to you. How could they not ( ... )

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Re: kickaesc! gramarye1971 October 6 2010, 13:48:03 UTC
This comment says just about everything I want to say, so I second it most heartily.

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elli October 6 2010, 10:27:29 UTC
I know exactly how you feel. We should all conquer the fears and get up on the horse.

Though the horse I must admit, would scare me shitless! I think your awesome <3

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