I didn’t understand the true excitement of Friday until I started working. My roommate said people greet each other with choruses of “Happy Friday” at BMW.
While of course I relish the weekend and sleeping in and stretches of nothing to do, that’s become a quandary. What do I do with all this free time? Parking myself on the couch post work with a glass of gingerade kombucha and some hot cheetos, while perusing the internet, reading blogs and the NYT has gotten old. So has watching more tv show episodes and movies in the last few weeks than have during the last year.
I’d particularly like to find more beneficial and soul-satisfying leisure activities. If only, I liked cooking. I can’t relate to my friends who cook nice dinners everyday for themselves if its just for them.
Again, I’m coming back to this space, thinking up topics I can regularly write about. My favorite blog nailed it when I saw a post addressing Harvey Weinstein, “On Sexual Harassment.” It did what all good posts should do, provoke thought. First the most obvious incident I’ve experienced surfaced. The one that made me think differently of my co-worker at the Daily Cal the next day. I realized there’s a fine line between aggressive pursuing and harassment. Another more recent coworker, later turned boyfriend comes to mind. Sometimes a guy poking your side or touching your arm is welcomed flirting. If it’s coming from a guy you find creepy or just don’t like, it’s not.
I couldn’t help but read almost every new development on Harvey Weinstein. It’d be a dream to break news stories like that. You hit publish and send reverberations through the country.