reconciling this with that: marxism and the fashion fetish.

you can’t. so i won’t. there you go. 

in other news, s will be contributing shortly–give it time, mothafuckas!

anyways, i think i need to buckle down (who the fuck comes up with this shit?! cliches never go to waste since i hardly ever experience the distinct urge to be original, and therefore, smart). i don’t know what that means in my case, since there is so much shit abstractly floating out there for my summatime (and approximately a little over 2 months for me to get it in–not a lot of time, considering my current status: i am seriously wasting time until my sister comes home). i want to want to read and really feel that i deserve to even be a student at the graduate level, but i hardly ever feel that desire nor the sense that i want to do what i am doing for more than a certain amount of years. what then is it that keeps me doing what i am doing? (b is having a crisis! she’s questioning too much shit! tell her to calm the fuck down and just accept her lot!)