"Woman is opaque in her very being..."
When you're as opinionated as I (seem to be), you have to develop a thick skin. Vary from your stubborn idealogy and you become a hypocrite. Or a poseur. The fact is, I change my mind a lot. And I let it be changed. It's not easy being open minded and obstinate at the same time, but I somehow manage to swing it. For example:
The literary fiction snob is reading
Tori Amos: Piece by Piece
It’s a bio/auto-bio all about the life of Tori Amos. It's light, fluffy, and utterly fascinating. She's so cool.
The not-so-nimble-fingered girl is
knitting with delicate yarn. I usually knit with bulky yarn because my knitting skills are at a third grade level, but I bought some pretty new yarn at Knit last week and thought I’d give it a shot. So far, so good...though it has taken me two days to knit about three inches. And it looks like a spider's web. But that's cool.
The rocker chick is listening to
Mary J. Blige, The Breakthrough.
Best song: Cover of “One” by U2 in a duet with Bono. My musical tastes are pretty eclectic, despite what I'd have people believe. So maybe my CD labeled "Thrash Metal" is really Neil Diamond. And my torch for Dean Martin burns brighter than the one I have for Rob Zombie. I'm still cool.
It's not enough to precipitate an existential crisis, but if I start scrapbooking, line dancing, going to Star Wars conventions, or reading Harry Potter books, bring on the intervention. Please.