the smiling lady

the mind is a cluttered place. open the door and take a peek in.

maureenjohnsonbooks:

Today…I’m going to call it…is the first properly beautiful spring day of the year. And in keeping with my yearly tradition, that means I play this song.

I was singing this song the entire time I was wandering around the beautiful spring weather of Berlin last week.

Tonight my patient complained because her ice water was too cold. The ice water that she’d specifically requested. Because the water sitting on her bedside table was too warm.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

DAMMMMMMMN, BABY. I LIKE WHAT YOU’RE WORKING WITH. I LIKE A LITTLE MEAT ON MY WOMEN, YOU KNOW? HONESTLY, YOU LOOK GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT, GIRL.
THANK YOU. I’VE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE JUST WAITING FOR SOME FRIENDLY, RESPECTABLE GENTLEMAN LIKE YOU TO ELOQUENTLY VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE BASED SOLELY ON MY APPEARANCE. NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I’M LATE FOR WORK.
HEY NOW, DON’T BE LIKE THAT. I WASN’T JUST BLOWING SMOKE UP YOUR FINE ASS. I MEANT THAT LITERALLY.
I KNOW. IT’S A MEASURE OF THE PROFOUND MALAISE IN OUR SOCIETY WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE FLATTERING ME WHILE MAKING ME FEEL DECIDEDLY UNSAFE IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE A COMPLIMENT?
BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TAKE A HINT.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

DAMMMMMMMN, BABY. I LIKE WHAT YOU’RE WORKING WITH. I LIKE A LITTLE MEAT ON MY WOMEN, YOU KNOW? HONESTLY, YOU LOOK GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT, GIRL.

THANK YOU. I’VE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE JUST WAITING FOR SOME FRIENDLY, RESPECTABLE GENTLEMAN LIKE YOU TO ELOQUENTLY VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE BASED SOLELY ON MY APPEARANCE. NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I’M LATE FOR WORK.

HEY NOW, DON’T BE LIKE THAT. I WASN’T JUST BLOWING SMOKE UP YOUR FINE ASS. I MEANT THAT LITERALLY.

I KNOW. IT’S A MEASURE OF THE PROFOUND MALAISE IN OUR SOCIETY WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE FLATTERING ME WHILE MAKING ME FEEL DECIDEDLY UNSAFE IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.

WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE A COMPLIMENT?

BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TAKE A HINT.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

AH, DAMN IT! WAS THERE GLUTEN IN THAT? I’M LIKE THE ONLY ONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD THAT’S ACTUALLY ALLERGIC TO IT INSTEAD OF JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE I’M TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT! OH GOD WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME? IT BURNS! SOMEONE GET THE EPI-PEN, PLEASE! 

animalstalkinginallcaps:

AH, DAMN IT! WAS THERE GLUTEN IN THAT? I’M LIKE THE ONLY ONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD THAT’S ACTUALLY ALLERGIC TO IT INSTEAD OF JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE I’M TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT! OH GOD WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME? IT BURNS! SOMEONE GET THE EPI-PEN, PLEASE! 

On being a queer nurse

One day, one of my coworkers asked my plans for the weekend.

"I’m going on a date," I told her.

"Oh, neat!" she said. "What’s his name?"

"Actually, it’s a girl," I replied.

That was the first time I ever came out at work. Before, whenever people asked me if I had a boyfriend, I just said ‘no’ instead of correcting them. It was a new job and I wasn’t sure how people would react. There aren’t a lot of queer nurses (who are out) and it’s kind of tricky landscape to navigate.

At my old job, there was a lot of casual (and blatant) homophobia. Because of the lack of any legal protection, I felt like I had to hold my tongue. It was a tense work environment, where I had to lie and change pronouns and adjust my history to fit their picture of me. But when I left, I promised myself that, if it was safe, I’d stop hiding at my next job.

But even then, it took me months to say anything. Finally, I told myself to suck it up and just do it. I was dating someone, and it was wonderful, and I didn’t want to be the one sitting there silent as everyone else talked about their significant others. I’d had enough of hiding.

And so far, it’s been wonderful! Everyone’s been sweet and supportive (even if there are a few people I carefully haven’t said anything in front of). I still feel as safe and welcomed as when I started at my job.

But here’s the thing. There aren’t many out queer nurses. Of the twenty some nurses on my unit, I’m one of two, and the only woman who’s out. There aren’t a lot of queer nurse role models. The best we have are some presumed queer women from hundreds of years ago. It’s a field that has been traditionally occupied by women, and lends itself to a very traditional heteronormative family model. I originally became a nurse, in part because I wanted to get married and have a family. Part of my struggle in coming out at work was because there aren’t any role models for how to be a queer nurse.

So I decided to take it on myself. Now, I don’t claim to be any sort of great role model for anyone. I’ve just barely gotten my life together; I’m not sure if anyone should be looking to me. But there’s such a lack of openly queer nurses that I felt like I had to do something. I can’t help but think of how I felt, being closeted in an unforgiving environment. I’m in a position now to be open and true to myself and I owe it to those who can’t.

So here’s a call out to all you queer nurses. I know you exist, and I want you to know that there are more of us than we realize. And, hey, if we could get together a community of queer nurses to love and support each other, that would be amazing. But even if just one person reads this and recognizes something of themselves in it, that’s enough.

tl;dr: It’s actually pretty awesome being an openly queer nurse and we should all be friends. Basically.

The guy across from me is reading “How to tell if you’re meant for evangelical ministry”

I’m reading the “Lesbian sex workbook.” Bets as to who’s having more fun…

In flirting via text with the woman I’ve been dating, we’ve exchanged

- pictures of cats

- jokes about Edie Windsor

- recipes for quinoa

- Mean Girls quotes

- selfies in San Francisco

And the reason why there’s no grindr for queer women becomes eminently evident…

jstor:

From Art Journal, “Mary Cassatt’s Images of Women:”
"Cassatt critics in particular have overlooked the content of her art,not only because of blind spots about the politics of gender, but also because as a female artist, Cassatt herself does not conform to standard male images of women.
Cassatt’s art offers a new vision of the unconsidered facts of everyday bourgeois life, because she defined her world through women. In fact, after her student days, her subjects were nearly exclusively female. Cassatt’s was a woman-centered art because she conceived of women as complete within themselves. As she said referring to her mural Modern Woman (1893; lost) “An American friend asked me in a rather huffy [affronted] tone the other day, ‘Then this is woman apart from her relationships to man?’ I told him it was.” Out of this stance she created inspiring and realistic new images of women, and also gave traditional image-types, particularly the mother and child, a new dimension. “

jstor:

From Art Journal, “Mary Cassatt’s Images of Women:”

"Cassatt critics in particular have overlooked the content of her art,
not only because of blind spots about the politics of gender, but also because as a female artist, Cassatt herself does not conform to standard male images of women.

Cassatt’s art offers a new vision of the unconsidered facts of everyday bourgeois life, because she defined her world through women. In fact, after her student days, her subjects were nearly exclusively female. Cassatt’s was a woman-centered art because she conceived of women as complete within themselves. As she said referring to her mural Modern Woman (1893; lost) “An American friend asked me in a rather huffy [affronted] tone the other day, ‘Then this is woman apart from her relationships to man?’ I told him it was.” Out of this stance she created inspiring and realistic new images of women, and also gave traditional image-types, particularly the mother and child, a new dimension.

Reason #642 why I love my new job

When I mentioned that my date this weekend was with a woman, my coworker said, “Cool! Have you been to *awesome gay sports bar downtown*? My boyfriend and I went there with his sister who’s gay and it was awesome!”

Not “*scary scary nasty homophobia and ignorant statements*” like it would have been at my old job.

(And then she wished me good luck and told me she hoped I had a good time)

“There’s really no way to do personal identity “wrong,” unless you identify as “person who stabs pedestrians” or something.”

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