It’s safe to say that I was not feeling well for a while. I have improved now and am working on a fresh new blog post.
But in the meantime, I’ve voluntarily allowed my life to be eaten by the Couch By Couchwest movement, which is not in and of itself feminist but can easily be made so.
It began as an alternative to the expensive, oft-overhyped South By Southwest (SXSW) fetival/conference currently happening in Austin, TX, but is in fact a way of life. (It’s my way of life, anyway; as I am not in the position to both travel and pay rent, I couchsurf almost constantly, most often at the homes of trusted friends and acquaintances. And I work from “home” too.)
The basic CXCW experience involves lounging on an article of furniture or the floor, drinking alcohol (in a classy way, if you’d like), listening to and/or playing music, indulging in intellectual pursuits such as reading/writing/surfing the internet, and/or watching things on television (including but not limited to cartoons, documentaries, films on Netflix, stupid cop shows, ghost shows, things you wouldn’t normally watch, and Roseanne.*)
I personally do these things while hairy-legged and un-made-up (although I am always hairy-legged and un-made-up), in my pajamas or damn close. (Though, again, my daily wardrobe choices are typically pretty close to pajamas, comfort- and utility-wise.)
For me, it’s anticapitalist (while I have spent money on refreshments, I am not paying bar prices nor exposing myself to the oft-predatory bar or party atmosphere [no chances of getting roofied, ogled, groped, or otherwise frightened at CXCW!]), anti-patriarchy (for the aforementioned reasons, and also because I have total control over what I put into my environment as far as music, entertainment, and people [no rape jokes and offensive or frightening individuals at my CXCW either!]), and community-building (other people enjoy partaking in CXCW too).
While I can CXCW full-time, due to a freelance career/extremely low (monetarywise) standard of living, others can CXCW according to their own schedules. If more women did this all the time, it might even be something close to revolutionary.
* I may blog about the reasons that Roseanne is apparently the only show on television that doesn’t incite me to near-homicidal rage, or at least yelling at the TV. It helps that Roseanne Barr was a close friend of Mary Daly, and eulogized at her funeral.