Winter quarter has begun and I have gone from being bored and anxious to being busy and anxious. And tired. And not as depressed.
I have always lamented that sewing is hard for me. That I don’t enjoy it. And it occurred to me the other day that it might be due to the fact that all sewing machines are right-handed. It’s not me, it’s the system! I feel much better now.
In addition to my regular coursework, this quarter I’m expected to spend 10 hours each with three different kinds of people, for a total of 30 hours. I’ve chosen “Physically Different,” “Gender,” and “Social Class.” Hopefully this means I will be hanging out with deaf people, trans-women, and rich people. The only group I actually bristle at is the rich people. Fuck ‘em. We’ll see if I can learn to “contain.” The other two are just groups that I haven’t had large amounts of exposure to, and I’m really looking forward to it.
I can’t believe there are no left-handed sewing machines! The patriarchy is right-hand dominant!