There are a number of things I’ve wanted to blog and have no time to—I’m in the midst of midterms and I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off the past several days, seemingly subsisting solely on caffeine. I have so much to talk about, but since I probably won’t get to it till Friday, when I leave Princeton to spend spring break at home with my family, you will have to be satisfied with my telling you how awesome my mom is. To wit: yes, she sent me cookies and gummy worms, like any normal parent would. But she also sent me Twinings and Nutella, AND smoked oysters and stuffed grape leaves. I tell you, what other mother would send their child smoked oysters and stuffed grape leaves? Brilliant.
I was at a conference (well, an “unconference,” actually) in New York on Sunday called Kink For All New York City, which put simply was a meeting and discussion venue for a lot of different sexuality-related communities in New York. I gave a presentation (the proto-academic in me insists on calling it a “talk”) about “The Politicization of the Closet.” While I’m going to talk about this more in a future post when I’m not running around like a chicken with its head cut off, I did want to just share a picture of me presenting at the event:
I’m very proud of the act of giving the presentation, and also the attitude I took on while doing so. I’m sharing this picture because it was one of the rare times in my life when I thought, “I could do this—talking about social issues in terms of academic abstractions, that is—for a living.” That sounds rather silly, but it was and is very important to me.
And with that, I’m off to recaffeinate and flip out about midterms.
Emily Rutherford 