Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, February 9, 2015

2.9

[Interlude]

Her social signifiers are intentionally mixed. To us, she needs to be professional. She must be more knowledgeable than we, more intelligent. Glasses. Suit. For herself, she needs to be easy. She must not struggle against herself. She must be functional. Rubber watch. Cotton socks. For others, she wants to be attractive. She would love to be beautiful. She desires your eye. Jewelled pendant. Coordination.

So: tell me why she has destroyed these three obvious pillars of her practice by accidentally or intentionally forcing, demanding, requiring us to view her as young. She has a voice that nicely evokes youth. There's an adolescent whine-moan in her vowels. There's a childish amble to her sentences. She has an non-threatening manner. She's approachable and yet I know she has a doctoral degree and enough departmental weight to drag two doctoral candidates and a graduate student forty miles with her so they can sit and hand out papers.

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