Revision of a Calisthenic from earlier this week based on Damiyr's comments.
When I keep up with the Kardashians, I usually place my notebook on my lap, one hand on the rubber of the inkjet, and the other in the crevice between the DVR remote's pause and play buttons. Kim has taught a great deal since she authored her magnum opus with that Brandy's little brother who sings R&B. She took a risk, like my creative writing teacher always says, and de-familiarized the female body. She must have practiced a lot for those scenes, and spent time researching for the script. My face always turns reddish pink when I watch the final scene, my lips arching up and dimples sinking in. Last week my husband walked into living room when I was watching it, and asked me, with his cement-face, why I watched this every Thursday. I turned around, stared in his eyes, and asked him "why so serious Billy? Does female sexuality scare you?"
When I was seven or eight my mom used to drag me to her AA meetings on Thursdays. Afterwards we would go to her friend Stacy's house, and I'd watch two re-runs of Will and Grace while they went to talk in the bedroom. Sometimes I'd pick a book from the shelf by the TV. I preferred the bell hooks and Audre Lorde books because they had nice covers and talked about women and freedom. When mom and Stacy were done talking they would always laugh at what I was reading. They didn't think I understood the big words like feminism or gender or transgression. But, I did.
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