What Self Learned in 2016

Since self has been laid up with a bug for the last three days, she has plenty of time to ruminate on the year soon ending. And these are her darkest thoughts:

A lot of women (mostly older women) disliked Hillary.

A woman can run for President, she can be the smartest woman in America, and the other candidate can still slam her on her looks. (Thinly veiled: “She just doesn’t look Presidential.” Self recalls that a long time ago, when Desperate Housewives was a hit, The President-Elect pronounced Eva Longoria just “a 7 out of 10.” Thank God he did not go that low this time)

Women are hard on a woman who wears pantsuits all the time.

Self heard this during the latest election season: Melania knows how to dress and Hillary is “ugly.” Post-election: Michelle Obama is an ape in heels.

American animosities that had been frayed open by eight years under an African American man came to tortuous conclusion when a woman ran to succeed him. It was just too much. For most of America. A return to sanity was sorely needed. And that is why we are here now.

Stay tuned.

House of Sand and Fog, p. 178

At this point, self really has to wonder, what is it with André Dubus III and Filipinos?

  • Once, outside El Granada, I drove up to a 7-Eleven right before they closed. Some boy had just pulled a Stop and Rob, but I didn’t know it yet, and I was getting out of my cruiser just as he came out the front door, this real skinny Filipino kid, no older than sixteen or seventeen, holding a bunch of bills and a silver revolver pointed straight up at the sky from pushing the door open with that hand. And neither of us moved, we just looked at each other.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amwriting Dystopian Fantasy: “This Is End”

Knot’s moved up a row. She’s seated one over from me. Doodling.

Drinker says, under his breath, “Big passed.”

I answer: “Right. Big’s Not Big. He’s Big XXX. Mark it.” I slash three quick XXXs across my screen. Knot looks to the side quickly, then glances down.

Drinker shudders, pulls slightly out of his seat.

The human members of this class in the last remaining colony on Earth are disappearing faster than you can say Fa la la la.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

House of Sand and Fog, p. 163

The moment when self realized she and André Dubus III are from different races: p. 163, House of Sand and Fog

But I recall my daughter’s face, the fashion in which she regarded me at her homecoming dinner, the aggressive and rude way in which she all the night long repeatedly apologized for the family’s present living situation by recalling our old life. How will she regard her mother, brother, and me living in a cottage in a place such as San Bruno perhaps? Or Daly City with all those Filipino people? Will she be too ashamed to visit?


Stay tuned.


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