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I think I watch too many movies. In fact, I’m sure of it. |
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I live in Montana and in the summer, I don’t fish, hunt, hike, or camp. I float. That is, I slather on some sun screen, get into an inner tube, and let the current take me down a river. |
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In May every year when my students graduate from the
university, I am reminded of what didn’t happen for me when I graduated from
college. |
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| Just recently in Dillon we enjoyed a day I call Waving Day. |
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| I am not what you would call a romantic person. Sure, I enjoy receiving the occasional bouquet or batch of cookies from Jacek, but for the most part, I’m just happy when he shows up on time with the right movie. In return, I provide for him a comfy couch and a suitable beverage. This give and take really works for us.
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My favorite song by the Dixie Chicks is “Wide Open Spaces.”
Here are a few lyrics: She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes. |
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| For the past week, I’ve been fighting a cold. I hate colds, partly because I don’t understand how it is that scientists have discovered how to make the perfect French fry (beef aroma apparently has something to do with it) but they still haven’t figured out a cure for the common cold and partly because colds are so mundane. I like what my favorite character on Gilmore Girls, Loralei, says: “Having a cold is so boring. Just once I’d like to say, ‘I’m sorry I can’t make it, but my leg is haunted.’”
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| I’m sure somewhere a file kept on me during kindergarten reads, “Does not share with others.” With shame, I remember a selfish moment of gobbling down a Three Musketeers bar after my mother told me to share it with my friends. In school, whenever we did a group project, I bossed everyone around and took over all the work so that the project would be done “right.” |
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This month I became a chestnut, otherwise known as a first time reader for a national testing service. Although I did feel significantly nuttier by the end of the scoring session, I don’t know why they call us chestnuts. What they should have called us was veal. |
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I’ve been thinking a lot about money lately. Our university’s faculty are part of a union. This year, we’re renegotiating our contract, and our major appeal is for more money.
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I recently celebrated a birthday whose arrival nearly traumatized me.
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| I enjoy life’s little absurdities. In fact, I revel in them. Here are a few absurdities I’ve noted of late:
—A pogo stick in a kitchen
—Twinkies in a vintage cookie jar
—Getting a bikini wax to AC/DC’s “Shoot to Thrill”
—At the Patagonia Outlet, a box of women’s pants labeled, “Odd Bottoms”
—Happy Feet, Charlotte’s Web, and Rocky Balboa advertised for the “Mommy Show” at Carmike Cinemas
—A 34-year-old woman learning to ski |
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| At the end of a class, one of my colleagues said he felt like a fried weenie sandwich. As I sit here swathed in sweats, fleece, and my mommy-made knit socks, I concur, though at this point in the school term, I often refer to myself as a blockhead and feel like Charlie Brown when he puts his head against a wall and moans. At ... |
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Welcome to RoaringGrrl.com! From July 2005 until August 2006, I wrote a monthly (sometimes bi-monthly) column for the Dillon Tribune, the weekly newspaper of Dillon, Montana. You may find a backlog of those original columns on this site under the category, Tribune Columns.
My tenure with the newspaper has come to an end because the column's subheading, "A newcomer's view of Dillon" is no longer true. Though anyone who was born and raised in Dillon would NEVER call me a local, I am technically not a newcomer to Dillon any more.
BUT I still have A LOT to say about living as a single, white, female academic in Dillon, Montana!
Therefore, I have decided to continue my monthly column via a different
medium with fewer restrictions on the language I might use and the
subjects I might cover.
AND you can subscribe to this blog and receive my latest column as soon as I post it! Stay tuned!
Bethany
P.S. The title of this website, "RoaringGrrl," is a play on the title of Thomas Dekker's 17th century drama, The Roaring Girl. The play features a woman, Moll, or the Roaring Girl, who won't be silenced by her husband, her friends, or her family. In short, Moll is one mouthy broad. I like her.
I changed Roaring Girl to RoaringGrrl to avoid copyright infringement. And who doesn't want to be a "grrl" with bite, sass, and attitude?
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| This week I ironed my kitchen curtains. This may not seem like a big deal, but I hung the curtains last year when I moved to Montana. I noticed they needed to be pressed, but my laziness won out. I figured the wrinkles would hang out, but they didn’t. |
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| As I sit here on a sweltering summer afternoon in my un-air conditioned apartment with my laptop burning ABIHSOT into my thighs, I’m thinking about all the ways I might keep from bursting into flames. |
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| In my last column, I made a statement about the intellectual work academics engage in during our summers away from the classroom. But all work and no play make Jane a dull girl, so I’ve been trying to have a little fun this summer. |
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| As the school year winds down at the university, I find myself in an unusual position. I don’t have a job this summer. And what’s more, I don’t HAVE to have a job this summer. Woah. |
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| In one of my favorite Peanuts cartoons, Marcy tells Peppermint Patty that smiling takes less energy than frowning. Continuing to frown, Patty says, “Great. Then I’m exercising.” |
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| While I was in graduate school, I had a strong cohort of buddies who kept me sane. I named us “The Crew,” and every Thursday night, we’d meet for coffee at the local beanery. |
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