night class buddies!! they are awful in every way!
god right. solidarity in ‘getting home hungry after 9pm and then not being able to sleep for ages because you can’t stop thinking about school shit’ hell
2 of my three classes end at 9:20. I’ve started just embracing it and like, going grocery shopping at walmart because it empty at 10:00 on a Tuesday night.
I bet u can totally convince them to meet at the bar
oh noooooo holy shit that’s way worse than mine. my condolences, my friend.
night class buddies!! they are awful in every way!
god right. solidarity in ‘getting home hungry after 9pm and then not being able to sleep for ages because you can’t stop thinking about school shit’ hell
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The peer reviewer’s comments are the best
my legal issues in museums class is about 50% law students and one of them introduced himself to the class as “Damien” and without missing a beat the professor was like “well you’re in the right business”
sick lawyer burn from…. a judge…..
I’ve seen several posts going around about obvious furry porn getting put up in high-class art museums, where the general thrust is all “ha ha, those ivory tower snobs don’t even realise they’re putting furry porn in their art galleries, because they’re not Internet Savvy like we are!”
Let’s leave aside for the moment the question of whether this is a reasonable conclusion to draw, and assume for the sake of argument that art museums are, indeed, being bamboozled into putting weird fetish porn on their walls due to lack of cultural context on the part of their curators.
Now, take a step back and consider: what are the odds that this is the first period in history where these sorts of shenanigans have occurred?
Indeed, what confidence do we have that it hasn’t been happening constantly throughout the history of Western art?
How many of the respected works of eras past that we genuflect over every day are, in fact, weird fetish porn that we ourselves lack the cultural context to correctly identify as such?
…are you kinkshaming the Mona Lisa?…
I am absolutely kinkshaming the Mona Lisa.
as someone who works in museums, I wanted to be like “that couldn’t possibly happen” (in a modern context. we KNOW we have plenty of historical smut) but then I remembered that the academic journal of the National Association for Museum Exhibition (the exhibit designer professional org) was titled “Exhibitionist” for YEARS until they changed it in 2016, so I no longer have any faith in my field’s ability to recognize innuendo, never mind pornography.
when I’m exhausted and pissy and nearing the end of my rope I bitterly mutter the alive awake alert enthusiastic song under my breath,
thesis proposal and preliminary lit review submitted. now we wait to see who wants to chair my thesis committee.
in related news, I find out who my thesis chair will be week from today and I’m only not agonizing over it because there is nothing I can do but pray, at this point
I’m so close to being done I can TASTE it, but I still have three finals to submit by monday. (and yes, that is lake washington and the cascades you can see from my living room window. seattle is astonishing.)
I’m feeling surprisingly chill considering how many things I need to get done in the next four days.
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 