Letter 8

Dear Josephine,

Okay, okay, stop hasseling me. For my birthday I would like to be credit card debit free. Aside from that, there is one dress I've been dreaming about for weeks:

click here!

In other news, there isn't much to report. I'm attempting to un-stick myself from the glue of placement, but that shouldn't be to difficult. So you know, I'm purposefully being vague.

I've been thinking about bodies and culture, and this quote from Michael Pitt skims the surface of a greater depth of "written" codes:

[On The Dreamers (2003)]: I was nervous for the sex scenes. It's tough for an American actor, because it can be looked upon very badly. It's a serious risk to take in your career. It's risky with the studios and with the American public. It's looked down upon in American culture at a serious level. It could be perceived not as work but as pornography. Every time I was nervous about it, I would remind myself that possibly I was going to be a part of something that was going to change those attitudes. I don't agree with those values at all. It's totally fine showing someone getting their head blown off in America and you can't show the human body. I think that shows something about the culture.

Of course he is right.

Last night I dreamed I was writing a thesis again. I miss those days. If only I could spend my life writing/reading/studying gender/race/literary theory, I think I would be happy. Isn't that always what we are trying to obtain? I've written to you about this before. Of course, paychecks are always part of the sum to survive. Here - broken record. Here - office attire. Here - internal monologues.

What is the sum?

yours,

laura