pablo turns into an angry feminist and decapitates a class of students

i'm feeling grumpy about this university. it appears that there are only 3 coffee vendors on campus. the small quiet one was out of soy. 15 minutes before i had to teach i joined the queue at another. 4 minutes to the hour i was still about 6th in line. i left without coffee.

poor accessibility to coffee reignites all my other gripes with campus life at this 'other' university. the food is shit. i know now to avoid the salads. today i experimented with a wrap. it was not good. a blend of everything - aussie salad roll meets antipasto and throw in some tabouli and a fuckload of iceberg lettuce. it makes me appreciate the food at my uni.

yes, call me princess gourmand.

so i kept forgetting words in the tutorial, which made things difficult. the topic was feminism. or post-feminism. nobody was into it (the topic, or the reading). many thought feminism archaic and irrelevant. i tried to conceal my anger and hatred towards these middle-class suburban warriors. how can we talk about politics if people feel that they have none? one guy was particularly adamant that feminism was no longer useful. he continued to shoot his own foot by talking about why male sport is more popular than female sport (it's about men's pride and physicality it seems). i tried not to hate him, but it was really hard.

i thought this would be an interesting week, on account of everyone wanting to do the presentations and essays on this topic. but never have they been so disinterested.

the rage of all the world's radical feminists was rising within me. this on top of my caffeine cravings. i have no idea how i appeared to them, but it felt like i concealed most of it. i admitted to the coffee shortage but not the feminist rage.

many commented that today things are easy. uni and work are accessible to them, as young women. they only wanted to talk of equality feminism, despite my efforts to move beyond it. eventually i threw it back to them and asked if they thought that we, as a group, were representative of all - "where are we?" "uni?" (softly spoken by one student). "yes".

i tried to steer the discussion away from identity (feminist) to politics (feminism), but that was met with blank faces. i talked about the media's focus on feminism as representation (images) rather than materiality (bodies), but that didn't work either. so i beheaded them all.