October 29, 2005

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So the WSU is actually having a BAKE SALE to raise money for the lit mag. I wish it were possible for me to find an adequate way to state how embarrassed this BAKE SALE makes me. I can’t believe I’m part of this organization. I can’t believe this is the way a GROUP OF YOUNG, VITAL WRITERS decides to raise money for their endeavours. Can they be any less relevant to who we are and what we stand for? Or, is that just me? Do the rest of us walk, skip and jump across the our carpets, wearing smeared aprons, greasing our baking pans?? Xavier suggested a drink-off, with bets. Not that he’s not a genius, but it hardly takes a genius to come up with methods of raising money that are at the very least, one iota more congruous to belonging to A WRITERS’ GROUP. I’m not on the editorial team this year. If I was, I think I would be throwing muffins and oatmeal cookies at everyone’s head and repeating everything they said at meetings in the most obnoxious, high pitched and strained voice.

I'm sorry, but I just can’t handle not being a bitch anymore. It’s no longer only about who do they think they are? but: who do I think I am?

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Posted by caroline at October 29, 2005 2:47 PM
Comments

I agree. They could have at least launched an unwholesome fried foods sale.

Though, I think the poker tourney was a rather inspired idea ...

I got an African cookbook today! BLACK Africa! There is a recipe in it for fried yam.

Posted by: joy at October 29, 2005 6:18 PM

hahah.

oh my christ:

fried foods sale

Everyone who was selling would yell: “GET YOUR TRANS!”

And everyone would have to be in drag.


ohoho.


why, WHY am I not running EVERYTHING.

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Posted by: caroline at October 30, 2005 2:41 AM

Synergy.

They do all rather sound very ... ah ... clean. Wholesome. They wear aprons, I expect, while at home. They love the first word but abhor the second word of Stitch & Bitch.

In the out door, out the in door. That's where you must go. The outre has not been emphasized, but they want you all to be like Sylvia Plath. Only, we all know what happened to Sylvia Plath: Gwyneth Paltrow played her in the movie.

Wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Be publicly drunk at the bake sale and provide pot cookies to responsible looking first years in need of a *leg up*, as it were.

Posted by: ben at October 30, 2005 12:54 PM

the man's getting us down with his collection plate.


hahahahaha.


I'm not all that into drinking at the moment. I've barely been drinking this whole month. Even when I go out, as it were. Not feeling it.

Apart from the fact that I'm still learning how to breathe, it seems. the virtue of not double checking where i place things. not there yet.

Posted by: caroline at October 30, 2005 1:54 PM

but, Ben, I mean: remember the editorial/weekly meetings? oh, god.

Posted by: caroline at October 30, 2005 1:55 PM

Some people have a very specific idea of how to run an organization. These people should not be allowed to be writers.

Those meetings were, let's face it, utterly migraine in quality. Never have I been so appalled. While the bottom line has a certain neccesarily evil quality about it, you still have to balance that out with principles.

Actually, colour me utterly shocked (utterly is the word of the day, said the calf to the cow) that you're even involving yourself with the WSU this year. Recent years have left nothing but a rabid bad taste in my mouth and I'm highly happy that I've graduated away from that all.

Posted by: ben at October 30, 2005 3:33 PM

I'm not really involved. I just get all the emails from the mailing list. And they're so awful and disheartening that I can't possibly turn away. you're right: THESE PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BE WRITERS.

thank you so much for saying that. so much.

Posted by: caroline at October 30, 2005 11:42 PM

The "caring, supportive environment" only goes so far. We have to get the rest of the way on our own bloated sense of self-importance.

Posted by: ben at October 31, 2005 7:32 AM

I myself plan to ride on the coattails of my frustration and fundamental unease.

Posted by: caroline at October 31, 2005 10:23 AM