What can I say? Employment makes me a spendthrift.
For a grand total of slightly over ten Yanqui dollars, I picked up:
- Camryn Manheim's Wake Up, I'm Fat
Wake Up, I'm Fat is as much about waiting as it is about weight. Manheim's prerecorded voice utters a litany of "ifs." "If I were thin, I'd skate out to the middle of the lake." "If I were thin, I'd jump on a trampoline." "If I were thin, I could be on top." The decision to write the play was her declaration that, at last, the waiting was over:
When I was ten, all I wanted was to be thirteen. When I was thirteen, all I was waiting for was to be sixteen, so I could drive. Then I was waiting to be eighteen, so I could vote. Then I was waiting to be twenty-one, so I could drink . . . and drive. When I was twenty one, all I wanted was for college to be over so I could start my life. And then there was graduate school - and certainly life can't start there. And then I'm twenty-eight, thinking, Now my life can finally start. But then I'm twenty-nine, and, well, you know, I'm waiting for a boyfriend. And then I'm thirty-one, and I'm waiting for a great apartment.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.
In fact, I have wanted to write a one-woman show for ten years now, but I've been waiting. Waiting to be thin so I could write about what it was like to be fat.
- Three prints/publicity stills from Xena, Warrior Princess, because I am the most predictable baby dyke on the face of the earth
- An Iomega Zip+ drive to replace my sister's, which is broke, but I just realized that her iMac doesn't have a SCSI port, and besides, the connector looks distressing proprietary. Eh, bad comes to worse I can just burn the stuff from her old disks to cd, and with luck use the drive with my ancient Mac SE. Which I'm tempted to take to my job and Northwestern and plunk on the desk just to annoy the hell out of people. Because every time I used it, I would start singing the theme to "The Flintstones."
Mind you, these items reveal entirely too much about me as a person, but I'm hoping no one will notice. . .
Anyone else read the book? Is it worth the two bucks?
I mean, yes, the cover photo alone is worth the two bucks, but I meant actually reading it.