It’s Off to Work I Go

I guess I’m going to work.  I don’t feel so hot, but the thought of sitting around here one more day makes me want to plunge a fork in my eye.  So, I’ll go for as long as I feel okay and if I start to get tired or whatever, I will make my way home.

I have to say, I honestly cannot understand why people would voluntarily go through this repeatedly.  This is the one thing I hope I take away from this and don’t forget.  This is how powerful our cultural norms are, that people would willingly subject themselves to this for perkier breasts or a different nose or a thinner figure or a body that looks unaffected by having children.  And that when we’re discussing this stuff, I hope to be more conscienscious of this end of it–the wide-spread acceptibility of being uncomfortable.