I just got home from a party. Do you remember [name] from [discipline] at IU? He teaches at [university] and lives in [city] this year. We had a loooong, drawn-out argument about relationships & gender. Sheesh.
I just can't imagine having a long argument about relationships and gender anymore. I can't imagine it breaking any new ground that hadn't already been twice-tilled by the time we left IU.
I know! It was a weird argument that felt oddly and unpleasantly like grad school. I kept trying to change the subject.
Ugh, and isn't [name] even way older than us? He's in his mid-40s by now or something, right?
Yes, he's 40+. Whatever. The annoying thing, though, was that I could neither get him to "agree to disagree," nor, when I gave up on that, get him to let it go when I said, "Okay I agree with you. Now can we change the subject?"
Monday, May 22, 2006
postcard from the postpostgraduate life
(snips from conversation via GMail)