I talk funny.
Almost a year ago, I spoke on a panel for a UH Women’s Studies’ program. It was called Youth Culture. There was a woman from a record company, a community activist, and me. I represented life on the web. I remember that my comments made the audience laugh and provoked thoughtful commentary in return.
Last week, I got the video and transcript of the panel in the mail. I haven’t seen the video yet but, according to the transcript, I said many things as cogent as this:
“Well it’s like if that is the way the world is then yeah you are really a bad ass if you can make your way in that world. Wow if can be lucky enough to be the pretty girl that guys want to buy something for I am working in the world that I have around me and I rule. I am at the top of the heap and it takes a lot of courage and a lot of education to fight against the world.” [Sic, allegedly.]
I think I was trying to explain why more women don’t rebel against lookism. Granted, everyone’s words were horribly transcribed. I think whoever typed them was missing the comma key on his board. But I did learn from the transcription that I say “I mean” way more than anyone ever should.
Can’t wait to see the video. I want to count how many times I made warning frowns at my kids, who were forced to sit in the back row and play their Game Boys during the entire rivetingly cogent discussion.
Here’s what I said about the elitism forced on women and a certain royal family member:
“I am sorry, I was going to say Stephanie and I was no Caroline. Grace…”
Freaking brilliant. I am proud.
