Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Restaurant Love...and some thoughts on feminism?

Tonight I had a fabulous dinner in Bloomington. For no particular reason, we went to dinner. Which I think is the best reason to go out to dinner, personally. It was at FARMbloomington, and the place is more or less tailor-made for me. Some evidence: there I was, eating pumpkin bisque which had a hint of spiciness, and a BLT that they made with no tomato (with no complaints and it was still a substantial meal--it had goat cheese and avocado!), and sipping a whiskey mixed drink that tasted strong but looked fabulous and had I come at a different time would have included a candied ginger stick (they were out). So there I was, yummy food, when I look over my left shoulder and see: A VINTAGE STOVE.

So I think I have proved my point.

Anyway, here's the other thing about tonight. I got dressed up to go out, in a casual sort of way. No dress, just my favorite jeans and new sweater and my favorite bracelet and a new necklace that I created from other necklaces (DIY tip: if you have a necklace chain that you want to make longer, just attach another small one two it! People might notice and think its weird, who knows, but I think it works). I also wore my fab $8 Target heels. Now I really love high heels. Sometimes I put on heels to do household tasks to make them feel more exciting. No really, I do this. I also just wear them for the hell of it, to the movies, or whatever, sometimes. I love heels. I especially love them if they are really high and shiny or a crazy color. Whatever, the point is, I am very girly about heels. But there is this weird trend in feminism I have found, that thinks that heels are some sort of symbol of how culture makes women wear ridiculously impractical shoes to keep them stuck in their sex symbol status and not be serious members of society. That may be true. But all I know is, that just a minute ago I put in a load of laundry, heels still on, and I felt great. So there's that.

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