Of Safe Words, Daria, and the BIG BOOK OF FUCK UP

So it took me a while, but I finally figured out how to get a visitor counter on my blog. If anyone is interested in how I did it, let me know. I will inform ya. Probably this hit counter will just make me depressed about how few people read this thing... but if it really comes to that I will just.. eat a snake or something.

Today I wrote about dead people a lot. Since my article is being edited by my boss
I had no excuses of anything else to work on. This rather sucked, and I got pretty depressed. Among jokes made by Aries about how I should think of it as me writing about their "life cycle" as if it were a "period cycle." You know, they start off fine, then the bleed a lot, and then they die. That was only one of the many 'interesting' conversations we had today.

Aries and Stephen also educated me today about safe words in what could have been interpreted in quite a patronizing way.

"When two people love each other, they sometimes want to do things, Nadya."

"Really? Like roll around in the grass and eat mud?"

"No, Nadya. "

"Well, I like to do that when I love someone."

... No, that's not how it actually went. Though I think that first sentence was pretty close.


This is how it actually went. I'm skipping that first sentence. I think this whole thing started out because Aries was looking at a vintage lesbian blog. Then she started arguing with Stephen about whether red would be a good safe word and then I had the stupid idea of asking them what a safe word was. (If everyone else knows what this is, I feel like an idiot.)

"And when they do things, these things sometimes hurt. But sometimes they hurt in a sexy way, you know, but sometimes it hurts in a very un-sexy way. It's when things hurt that the safe word comes in handy. And you're probably wondering, why not just say stop? Well, because some people like to say stop when really, they don't want you to stop at all, and then it turns into awkward situations where you're like STOP STOP and then they stop and you're like NOOOO keep going! So that's why you make your safe word something else, that you really only say when you're actually in un-sexy pain that could cause permanent damage in a un-sexy way. "

That may have seemed long, but it wasn't even the whole thing. That was paraphrased. Yeah.

Needless to say, my recent graduate of Oberlin friends don't understand the concept of keeping it PG at work. They also made me feel like a dumb ten year old, but in a surprisingly not "I want to rip you to shreds now" kind of way.

I just found this interesting website where college artists can sell their work and get it purchased by college alumni or whatever. That's pretty cool. Anyone think I should make an account?

One of my friends at work thinks that I am like this chick, Daria. I have never seen the show so today I watched stuff from youtube. It was pretty amusing, she's pretty snarky and always has the same tone of voice and even looks a little like me. So weird. I wonder if I'm more like Daria or more like Raven. *sigh* They're both pretty extreme cases. Until I came to Oberlin, nobody compared me to random TV characters. The things college brings. Ways to one dimensionalize my personality. Yeah, I know dimensionalize isn't a word. BUT I USED IT ANYWAYS! HA!

This is my last week of work, btw. Then I will be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! That will be good. Not that I dislike work, but it gets a bit I dunno.. boring or tiring or.. something like that.

Oh, and Jeff found an error in our most recent magazine. Well, actually, we both kind of found it and so.. he got very frustrated that he found a mistake and so he started looking through the whole magazine for more mistakes he made because he was afraid that the one mistake messed up everything else somehow.

Then he wrote BIG BOOK OF FUCK UP on the front of the copy of the magazine he had. I didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him. Me and one of my friends tried to convince him that we hear nobody is perfect, but you know, it's just a rumor, something we heard on the radio.