Students are getting ridiculously entitled.

The other week I was working in the school's library where I always do, in a quiet section with public access computers, and a couple undergrads (one male, one female) a few tables down by some other computers started having a conversation in full voice, on an otherwise quiet library floor that's supposed to be reduced or no talking.

So, I walked over and asked them kindly if they could please use whispers.

They did, and I continued my work.

When the (female) student left, though, she walked by me and coughed, "Asshole!".

She was very young and white with brown sort of dirty long hair and a pimpled face, and had bright patterned tights.

I was very, very polite, so it struck me how entitled she was, to feel a need to lash out like that when she was obviously in the wrong.

I've heard millennials are like that, and are fragile when their behavior is put into question, even  when it's appropriately and politely done so.

Two highlights from a lesbian chorus concert I went to the other month:

1) This one song with this really punch line in one of the verses:

matriarchy ruled once /
and it will rule again!

. . .

2) This one song about Amazons rising up, where pretty much all of the women in the audience stood up and raised and waved their hands and swayed back-and-forth, and one actually got so stoked that she actually tore her shirt off and went free-breasted and spun it around her head.

Change of perspective.

When I'm running for the bus, I'm ticked when they pull away before I get there.

When I'm on the bus and we wait for someone who's running for the bus, I think to myself, "Why do we have to wait for them, why can't we just get going?!".

Goings-on of an art school colleague.

A few weeks ago I caught up with my one art school colleague who wears women's clothes.

His one neighbor is a 38 year old ex la crosse player with a coke habit and a stewardess girlfriend, and they have a weird homoerotic relationship where the guy'll kiss him at bars as he's trying to pick up girls, as some sort of signal to show that he's cool, but also maybe because maybe.

A lot of times, too, the guy just walks out of the local urban Wal*mart with beer or liquor, since no-one stops a tall cleancut (white) guy, or even begins to think that he's doing that.

"Look, I stole beer for you," he'll tell him, and then he'll give him the beer.

Supposedly, too, a thing the guy does is bring women home, then drop it on them that he wants to shave their p*ssy, and then shave them and eat them out all night, and one time while one of those women was passed out in his room, he invited my colleague over to come make and eat frozen pizza.

"No, we're not in college," my one art school colleague told him, and then he was like to me, "Did he really think I was going to eat frozen pizza while this random chick with a shaved p*ssy was passed out on his bed?"

Then, he was like, "It's so weird!".

Overall, he said, he's enjoying it a lot, since he's most artistically productive when he's in really fucked up relationships with men and there's so many dynamics to it that he just can't figure out.

Right now they're hanging out like 5 days a week, often to watch football (the ex la crosse player's idea).

Dust (2 of 2): Work.

The other day me and another co-worker were doing shifting in the Asian languages section of the library, and for like 2 cases every single book was super super dusty, like it hadn't been checked out for years.

In fact, we started blowing the dust off the top of them, since otherwise it just went everywhere when you were moving the books around.

Too, when we finally moved a bunch out, there was like a solid wall of dustbunnies across the bottom of the lowermost shelf.

Dust (1 of 2): Home.

It seems like every time that I turn around, my new apartment is dusty.

Even after I sweep, it seems like there's dust everywhere, and the bottoms of my house sandals get super dusty a lot, so I sometimes wash the bottoms off in the bathroom sink, since it makes me feel skeezy to be inside, when I have sandals like that.

Lately, too, the bathroom sink got backed up and the water stopped flowing down the drain, and the kitchen sink too that same week.

I wonder if it has to do with the dust, somehow?

A library sight that I saw when I was shelving the other day:

In one of the subbasements, a crushed step stool in an open aisle between automated shelving.

Because someone had the shelves shift without checking that aisle to make sure that it was clear?