Cory and I went to dinner at a nice restaurant Saturday night with some friends (one of whose birthdays happens to be Valentine's Day), and the restaurant gave the women gift bags, roses, and chocolate-covered strawberries. The gift bags were filled with promotional crap I don't want, I don't really like being given flowers (I love flowers; I just prefer them alive and growing to dead and commodified), and I didn't like the gendered division of the gifting, but the chocolate-covered strawberry was awesome and the rose was fun to take pictures of two days later.
I am a teacher, grad student, writer, voracious reader, photographer, singer, feminist, and thriftstore fashionista. In no particular order.
I am Squirlaraptor. This name was originally created for my kitty to reflect her squirrel-like fur and her raptor attack skills and has recently been adopted by me to reflect my own curious nature and tendency to hoard as well as my (sometime) fierceness and my love of the hunt (at least, in terms of shopping and research--not so much in terms of killing and maiming, vegetarian that I am).