Amy: You already know my answer.
- Have a party, but then:
- Come up with an extremely disciplined writing and research schedule and stick to it perfectly (ha)
- Come up with a pretty workable writing schedule, complemented by the occasional all-nighter to meet a deadline
- Bake more
- Start my own Great British Bake-Off (working title: The Kate British Bake-Off)
- Skate more
- Re-learn how to land an axel
- Come up with a skating routine that I can do right after I defend my dissertation and my whole committee will watch and clap and cheer and be like THIS IS THE HEIGHT OF INTERDISCIPLINARITY
- Shoot my own version of I, Tonya where I am Tonya
- Get sued by Margot Robbie probably
- Work on my memoir
- Meet Reese Witherspoon
- Meet Nicole Kidman
- Befriend Nicole Kidman by becoming her dialect coach for a movie where she’s playing a German lady and then we travel the world and do yoga together and she tells me all about Tom Cruise and Scientology
- Hopefully write a dissertation
Let me get something out of the way: I fail at being kind. I say mean things about people, sometimes to their faces, more often behind their backs. I think bad things all the time. I am full of Schadenfreude.
But I do aim for being kind as much as I can. And honestly, when we have a president who is a literal bully and a figurative fucking asshole, let’s aim for a little more kindness in this world!
This spring, I got depressed, and I spent the summer finding my way back out of it. I’ve now had some distance from it, and I’ve started talking to more people about it, so today, on World Mental Health Day, I’m writing about it.
Recently I learned that the German verb for “mansplaining” is herrklären: a perfect portmanteau of “Herr” (mister or sir) and “erklären” (to explain). Mansplaining is already a great word (thank you, Rebecca Solnit), but let’s be honest, herrklären is just better, and provides yet another example of why the German language is so wonderful.
Lady Academics is thrilled to publish our first essay from a guest poster, Carly Lesoski! We hope you enjoy it. As always, please feel free to submit pieces to us at theladyacademics [at] gmail.com!
Sitting my therapist’s waiting room, I fidget with my shaking hands, thoughts racing. My therapist appears in the doorway, smiling pleasantly as always. She asks me what I want to drink. Water, I answer, as always. I settle down on her fluffy new couch, while she gets her coffee and my water. My heart pounds, and I feel the shame starting to well up in my stomach and spill over into my chest. I try to shake the feeling, but it just won’t go away.
During a talk on cybernetics last night in class, the topic of The Body came up (it always comes up.) Do our bodies disappear behind screens as we invest more and more into our digital/cyber/cybernetic/cylon selves? Some of the literature may give that illusion, but our bodies remain a material presence in our lives at least in no one else’s.