I just felt compelled to update this here 'ol girl cause I was linked from a friend's new blog.

As I near the end of my master's program I, like most of my cohort, feel the intense urgency of getting a job, moving, getting a life, etc. I have a good job, but I worry that they aren't prepared to offer me a salary that will pay the billz. It seems to make more sense for me to hover below the poverty line and remain eligible for food stamps, EITC, fuel assistance, scholarships for after-school program, etc. Plus, once my income goes above this magically invisible line that politicians urge us welfare mamas to cross in the interest of "self-sufficiency," I have to start paying back the student loans that got me through college and graduate school as a single parent. Ostensibly, I'll be just the same if I work part-time, thereby having time to, say, see my kid and do things for myself like make art, volunteer, work on creative writing, etc.

I think that instead of stuffing myself into business casual clothes, attempting to cover up all my tattoos and sitting in my cubicle editing grants all day, I ought to do something FUN. Something that will fight the inanity of the cubicle and stymie the inevitable depression that accompanies it. Like, perhaps I could manage a tattoo shop or produce feminist pornography.