sorry can’t go to work my cat is sad

sometimes I get sad I can’t be a pretty regency lady in England and then I remember I wouldn’t have been allowed to eat heavy soups ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᶜʳᶦᵐᵉᵈ

Thinking of Anne McClintock’s “Soft-Soaping Empire” as I engage in the absolutely psychosexual experience of washing my hair to feel better

born to be an ocean sunfish and float aimlessly in the tides and have no predators and feel the rays of the sun refracted through the waves on my fish skin, forced to be a graduate student