Jan 16 2006


Ross sends this link to a photo essay on taco trucks. The essay contains this sentence: “… their ubiquity hides them in the everyday life of the city.”

Which, if things can be more true than other things, is even more true of patriarchy than it is of taco trucks. Today you will not notice the makeup on women, or the Mexican landscapers, or the predominance of male honkys in suits downtown at lunch.

It’s another chemo day. Last week my Barca-buddy was a crotchety geezer in his 80s. He said he’d been a professor of biology at the university since 1947. His doting wife, also in her 80s, fluttered around him like a waitress, her head slightly bowed, in a manner suggesting a lifelong habit of subservience to the great man.

Maybe today I’ll get a white supremacist, or an evangelical.


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  1. SneakySnu

    What happened to the nice woman with the hot farrier? Haven’t seen her again?

    Here’s hoping chemo day goes smoothly!

  2. Twisty

    Haven’t seen her, and probably won’t again. She’s on Tuesdays, I’m on Mondays. I only crossed paths with her because the Xmas holidays bounced our schedules around. Which is killing me, because I’m dying to know how it all turns out!

  3. Mark Early

    I want to own a taco truck!

  4. virgotex

    Hope chemo doesn’t monumentally suck ass, and if there’s a television in the room, that you get control of the remote.

  5. curiousgyrl


    thanks for the great taco tips! Here’s hoping your chemo buds aren’t drips.

  6. kcb

    Shhh! Don’t say ‘evangelical!’ My friend J, who gets infusions every few weeks for arthritis, got stuck next to a proselytizer at a recent treatment. This gal actually drew her cosmology on a piece of spiral notebook paper for J to behold. On the other hand, you could probably have a good deal of fun messing with someone like that.

  7. Twisty

    Gawd, I wish, but for some unfathomable reason, messing with a cancer patient just isn’t as fun as it sounds. I know. I’ve tried.

  8. Jodie

    I have to admit, it was somewhat comforting to become invisible about the time I turned 45. A few wrinkles, a few pounds, comfortable clothing and shoes, and voila! Invisible woman.

    The only time it bothers me is when I want store clerks to take my money and they are too busy fawning over some hawt person of whatever gender they prefer (who came in after me)…whether that person is actually buying anything or not.

    I sure don’t miss those guys who obviously thought it was the duty of random young women to entertain them…or those who thought I existed solely for their delectation.

  9. The Fat Lady Sings

    I too was interested in the woman and her Ferrier. I guess we shall all have to imagine the ending to that story. I hope you end up with someone fascinating. Perhaps a Jockey or a Philologist. As long as they prove diverting. Do you go at different times? I would guess that would make it kinda pot-luck.

  10. Twisty

    Aw, this time I had the whole section to myself. My sister brought me a cobb salad at lunch. That was about the extent of my chemo-citement this week.

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    leather backgammon set…

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    You’ll never be the man your mother was!

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