All posts tagged: anthropology

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Throwback Thursday: Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge

The college semester is starting up again although I lucked out with an extra week of prep time thanks to Martin Luther King Day.  Here’s a throwback post for all of my professorial friends (of both the adjunct and non-adjunct variety). In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of the semester. And my experience with summer semesters is that the students don’t really want to be there, even less so than regular-semester students. As such, I decided to head them off at the pass with my very best power suit (to show them that I mean business), and orange juice and donuts (to show that I am nice and approachable and care about their well being). I teach in heels all the time. I like heels. They make me feel older and more put together than I actually am and usually, they’re not a problem. But I failed to take into account that this morning’s lecture, on …

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The Importance of Being Curtained

I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad overheard when he was on my front porch and in a neighborhood like this, news travels very quickly from one stoop to the next. It probably doesn’t help that my college roommate came to visit the weekend before last. And, since I don’t have a proper guest bedroom yet, that we both spent the night in my bed. And that I didn’t have curtains installed at the time. And that my bedroom faces the street. Whoops. Oh well. Soon The European will return as we will set the record straight. I actually warned him, via email, that I was going to require copious and conspicuous amounts of… you know.  Surprisingly enough, he has not yet responded to my request. I’m left wondering if he has A) died of a heart attack in the interim, or B) is reconsidering his regard for a woman who says such ridiculous things via …

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Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge

In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of the semester. And my experience with summer semesters is that the students don’t really want to be there, even less so than regular-semester students. As such, I decided to head them off at the pass with my very best power suit (to show them that I mean business), and orange juice and donuts (to show that I am nice and approachable and care about their well being). I teach in heels all the time. I like heels. They make me feel older and more put together than I actually am and usually, they’re not a problem. But I failed to take into account that this morning’s lecture, on account of the condensed summer schedule, was a four hour lecture. Four hours and five minutes, to be precise. I also failed to predict that the computer would not be working, that the projector would be upside down (how does a …

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Of Musical Chairs and Capitalism

I like teaching anthropology, I really do.  But after a while it starts to mess with your head.  Take yesterday for example.  I was sitting on the lawn in front of TWD’s house in the beach chair he got me for my birthday.  It wasn’t beach chair weather per se, but it was the closest we’ve gotten since he gave me the chair last summer so I decided to take full advantage of the situation with—wait for it—an anthropology textbook and  a slice of leftover pizza. (Is my life exciting or what?) I was reading all about the demise of agricultural states and the effects of the Industrial Revolution and thinking it’s probably just as well that TWD already has kids because I certainly don’t see the point in bringing any more children into this f*cked up world… Actually it wasn’t quite that simple.  In truth, my thought process was a bit more convoluted: Look, the sun is finally shining! Capitalism is the root of all evil. Hmmm… I’ve never had bacon on pizza before.  …

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Sushi in a Box

One of the interesting things about teaching anthropology is that you end up wearing your anthropologist’s hat ALL of the time.  As such, as simple purchase for your boyfriend’s birthday becomes much more than a quick trip to the mall.  Much more… A while back, TWD mentioned that he would like a scarf. “Are you kidding me?” I replied.  “I was at the flea market this weekend.  There were tons of scarves!  I could have gotten you one then.” “I don’t want one of those scarves.  I want a nice scarf.  Like… you know, like in your blog.” Right.  The Is He Scarf Worthy? blog post I wrote during the early days of my manthropological experiment.  How could I have forgotten? TWD wasn’t even a blip on the radar when I wrote that post but now that he’s been in my life for the past year and a half, it seemed a reasonable request.  And one that I was happy to fulfill. Only it’s been a while.  And it takes a while.  I love getting …

All the Single Ladies (and the science to back it up?)

So I’m on the phone with my new author friend, Tamara Duricka Johnson, (‘cause I’m cool like that) and she (being rather cool herself) asks, “Have you seen the November issue of The Atlantic?  I don’t usually read The Atlantic but I got a free trial subscription or something… anyway, there’s an essay I think you’d like.  It’s called ‘All the Single Ladies.’  Lots of anthropology.  Great blog fodder.  You should check it out.” Well, there are few things that get me going more than a Beyoncé reference in conjunction with the social sciences—especially if I can blog about it! I am, after all, in dire need of new material.  I won’t be seeing The Wedding Date for another week and a half and Date #7, the man from across the state, is refusing to go quietly.  I suppose my nineteen-paragraph email didn’t really help matters but what can I say?  Brevity has never been my forte.  He has made several good points in response—points that make me say, “Hmmm… I hadn’t considered that angle” …

Of Pandas and Pigeons, or How to Bag a Brit

It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over what exactly to wear to Date #7’s brother’s wedding on Saturday and how to do my hair…   I am particularly excited about today’s guest post, not only because it addresses one of my favorite subjects (the seduction of British men) but because it’s written by a dear friend of mine who also happens to be funniest person I know.  Enjoy! Good Morning America.  My name is Siobhan – don’t worry about how you say it.  Since many of you are unlikely ever to meet me, let us start by saying that I am 5’11, slim, tanned and toned, with long blonde hair and bewitching blue/green eyes.  (I see no need to tell you that I am a purebreed Celt, of distinctly average height, freckly and pale, with an aversion to physical exercise and a love of cheese.) I first met Kat during her (first) long trip to England, …

Of Cheesecake, Waffles and Waffling

I really don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to professional organizations and their associated conferences.  Over the years, I’ve learned the basics (ie. you need to pace yourself during those hourly coffee breaks and you should never sleep in the nude if there’s even the slightest chance of a fire drill) but I’m still trying to come to grips with academia—hence my constant dithering over whether to focus on writing or going back to school for my PhD. Despite last month’s post about how uninspiring I tend to find academic conferences, I know they comprise a necessary evil on the path to scholastic success.  Plus, they can be fun, especially if the hotel has a make-your-own waffle station or you find a pair of German grad students with whom to hit the nightclubs. Sometimes conferences have really good food too—I had three slices of cheesecake during the opening reception of the Society of Dance History Scholars Conference in London last summer—and scores of artistically inclined academics always make for great people watching. Last …