Wednesday,
October 31, 2001
HALLOWEEN

The Technical Fairy Strikes Back

Happy Halloween, folks, and happy Samhain to my Wiccan chums out there. Well, I was going to wear my Technical Fairy costume to work today (black and silver ballgown, wings painted with circuitry, crown, long black gloves and wand) -- unfortunately, I thought, "Well, I'm going to a meeting with one of the managers from San Francisco -- perhaps it would be a good idea to be a grown-up just this once."

So what happens? The entire Production department came in costume, all as Greek mythological characters. My meeting wound up having a green body-painted Medusa in it. Damn spit dirty socks. This is what happens when you're a grown-up -- never again, I swear.

Apart from that, nothing much happened today -- I think I had one trick-or-treater show up at the apartment, but since I didn't have any candy (well, I didn't think anyone would show, honest), I just didn't answer the door. I was tired and stressed-out by that point, anyway -- I probably would have frightened the little darling just by showing up at the door.

Yes, I'm feeling decidedly grouchy. It doesn't help that my self-image is being slowly eroded by various and assorted comments that, while not meant maliciously, are still fairly thoughtless and annoying. You know, usually I feel rather pretty -- yeah, I'm a big broad, but I have a cute face, big boobs and a butt that a black friend said would make all his male relatives cluster around me at any gathering. But lately I've been feeling like Lurch -- huge, clumsy and thoroughly unfeminine.

This is not good. At all. I mean, I had to deal with that shit for years while growing up -- I really don't want to have to put up with it again. Unfortunately, fixing the situation in a diplomatic fashion is kinda -- well, impossible, come to think of it. Unless I just collar the offender and say, "Kindly stop waxing gushingly enthusiastic about the charms of small, slender women in my presence and using phrases like, 'this woman was huge -- she was TWICE your size,' thank you -- it's tiresome and rather insulting. Oh, and stop treating me like a guy with boobs, while you're at it."

Yeah, that would go over sooooo well.