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jaeleslie at 07:14pm on 08/10/2003
jaeleslie at 07:14pm on 08/10/2003The recent discussion of Feminism (yeah, with the capital F) in Turboapa has reminded me that I am still something of a maoist. Not by choice, just raised that way. So I still have the internalized impulse to confess my antisocial actions and submit myself to the revolutionary struggle.
Today I was going to do a couple errands and then decided I didn't have time for everything before the guy who was coming to fix the stove might show up, so I ended up driving the car around the block to the coffee shop; getting a vanilla soy latte there (at least I didn't use the drive-through?). Crossing the street and parking in the grocery store parking lot to do my shopping. Driving half a block home with four bags of groceries. So naughty! Now I'm a real suburban housewife.
As I was pulling into the parking lot already I was making excuses. I felt crummy today because the ceramics class Tuesday afternoons really wipes me out, but I hadn't taken any pain meds. Whether taking narcotics and dragging my grocery bags home in a little red wagon would be more cost effective in the earth's big picture than burning a little gasoline and supporting the use of a passenger sedan confuses me. This neighborhood supermarket is one of those that has become subject to political disapproval by some of my neighbors since its purchase by a different chain. But I'd have to drive much further or take the bus (yeah right, with four bags of groceries -- or twice as often) to shop at any of the co-ops. Maybe I've been living in this highly political burg just too damn long. Reality check!
Today I was going to do a couple errands and then decided I didn't have time for everything before the guy who was coming to fix the stove might show up, so I ended up driving the car around the block to the coffee shop; getting a vanilla soy latte there (at least I didn't use the drive-through?). Crossing the street and parking in the grocery store parking lot to do my shopping. Driving half a block home with four bags of groceries. So naughty! Now I'm a real suburban housewife.
As I was pulling into the parking lot already I was making excuses. I felt crummy today because the ceramics class Tuesday afternoons really wipes me out, but I hadn't taken any pain meds. Whether taking narcotics and dragging my grocery bags home in a little red wagon would be more cost effective in the earth's big picture than burning a little gasoline and supporting the use of a passenger sedan confuses me. This neighborhood supermarket is one of those that has become subject to political disapproval by some of my neighbors since its purchase by a different chain. But I'd have to drive much further or take the bus (yeah right, with four bags of groceries -- or twice as often) to shop at any of the co-ops. Maybe I've been living in this highly political burg just too damn long. Reality check!