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On Throwing In the Towel

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I’ve been dreading my Dreamweaver class all week, for a number of reasons. One is that the teacher, who went so crazy fast last week that people had to keep stopping her to ask for help (during which another student would lose his or her place, and the confusion would continue domino-style) also had the gall to tell me that I looked like someone “who likes pink.”

I mean, I do like pink, but somehow that didn’t seem like a compliment. Especially as she was dressed in beige and black with a very severe haircut that I have a feeling she might “live and die by.” (I, you can imagine, do not feel the same way about my own mane.)

In addition, there was homework in that class, and the class itself was 4 hours long, and, in fact, was more appropriate to someone who wanted to design her own website or websites for a current or future employer using Dreamweaver than someone like YUD, who merely wants to figure out how to make text wrap around certain pictures and get a little better, maybe, at HTML or something that may help her get another writerly job, if and when she chooses to do so.

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Saving Money is Fun!

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Your Unemployed Daughter has never been the thriftiest sort. Remember how you had to put her on a strict budget when all those charges at the Georgetown Ann Taylor showed up during her college years? (She is loathe to recall exactly how many pink twin sets and linen skirts she actually purchased, or why, but she agrees that it was, indeed, grotesque.)

She got better after she graduated, toned down her “champagne tastes on a beer budget” (thanks, Mom) habits for a bit. She was particularly proud of the frugality evident in her choice of 33¢ boxes of off-brand macaroni and cheese.

Actually, it was nothing to be proud about, as that was all that remained in her checking account during those years of a $25,000 salary, 2 roommates, and a walkup frequented by johns visiting our next-door neighbors. Still, back then she had fun crashing parties and eating all the cheese her tiny stomach could hold, or stealing salt and pepper shakers and wine glasses from restaurants when the need arose.

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