Sploggy turned 1 recently! Can you believe it?! The kid’s growing up so fast. He put on his birthday suit for the party, and it was beautiful and covered in feathers. (Gifts via PayPal donations are still being accepted.) It’s hard to believe, though, that it’s already been a year since I took off for the Land of 10,000 Rattails, where I learned that inserting a little juvenile potty humor into your blog can attract a legion (tens! literally TENS!) of fans. We’ve come so far.
But yes, it’s been a little over a year since I departed for dear Spain, where at this point last year I was probably still having bathroom anxiety (a particularly bad type of anxiety). Speaking of foreign lands and poo, did you see Sex and the City 2? Sorry my pop culture references are a few weeks behind (coming mid-July: a review of the Alejandro video), but now that I’m looking back on last summer, I see that the film, much like my time in Spain, taught me invaluable things about life and living. I learned, for instance, that only through shameless American materialism and excess and bad sex puns will we be able to liberate the Muslim women of the world, whom we should pity because they have to wear those awful costumes that keep them from eating french fries like civilized women. (No but really, it’s an aggressively offensive piece of cinema that should outrage anyone who’s ever met a Middle Eastern person. Or a Muslim. Or a feminist. Or a woman. Or another human being. I thought I was over it, but clearly I’m not. I need to go burn a bra or something.)
Sorry, I usually make it at least a couple paragraphs before I derail completely. I apologize. Back on track: life updates! So in addition to witnessing feminism firing on all cylinders, I also recently graduated! Yay! Hook them! Hook! Them! (Should be the new Texas Fight.) I spent two days sweating under caps and gowns and getting bitten in the face by mosquitoes while posing for pictures and listening to keynote speakers trying to relate to us by chuckling about those gosh-darn newfangled Tweeters and MySpacebooks, but friends and family made it a nice finale to four years that flew by.
Four years, and I got awfully reflective and heavy-handed near the end, too — about The Daily Texan, where I worked for three years and met a lot of people who are a lot cooler than me, and then about being a gay college kid, wondering whether I’d made the best use of my time at UT. I’m here, I’m queer, get used to my middle-class insecurities.
But perhaps my biggest life update: I got a job! Here! In journalism! And I have a bio! And I write things like this! The excitement still hasn’t really worn off, as the exclamation points indicate. I do feel extremely fortunate, though, and I’m counting my lucky stars that I get to stay in Austin doing something I enjoy and care about.
That’s about it for now. I’d go on about myself, but I feel like it’ll inevitably loop back around to Sex and the City 2, and I only have so many bras to burn. Besides, I’m an adult now — a composed, collected, working adult who only posts about serious things and never about toilet humor or hot firefighters. And with that, I leave you with this: