Didn’t she receive the Stigmata?

When Jen and I first got together, I was unemployed and Jen was a student. We used to go out every night.  We would dance and kiss into the early hours. Our life is a little different now. We have a 3 year old, and if we make it to the dessert course at the Outback, we are pretty thrilled.

But I still find Jen entertaining. She is reading a book that takes place at Smith. I thought this book might be trouble because we both had bad experiences with Smithies. Her girl was straight and mine was a drug addict. At any rate, she made me throw out my Smith College sweatshirt at one point.

Anyway, one of the characters in this book is writing a paper on Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Jen: Who is Edna St. Vincent Millay?

Me: A poet.

Jen: And a saint?

Me: Laughing hysterically

Jen: Didn’t she write one of the AA prayers….

Me: I don’t think so.

Jen: I am going to look her up. Taking a book of poems from the shelf. Do you think I should look under Millay or Saint?

Answer: Millay

And that is Friday night at our house (with some kisses here and there)

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18 thoughts on “Didn’t she receive the Stigmata?

  1. Do you know what else is family friendly, though I never would have guessed? Legal Seafoods. They are great with kids. Little tip for families passing through Boston.

  2. Do you think Millay was a nascent tranny like Katherine Hepburn? I don’t know enough about it, but all those years of wanting to be called Vincent remind me of Hepburn insisting she was Jimmy.

  3. Virgin – never in my life have I thought this much about Edna St Vincent Millay. But I did a super quick google search on her. This is what I found. She was “infamously” bisexual. Also, she used to write under the pen name Nancy Boyd. In the gay slang of the time, Nancy Boy, was a term for effeminate men. So, maybe you are onto something. Here is my cite:

    http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/tag/genderqueer/

    Will – I do love a girl with a boy’s haircut. I do.

  4. No. It was my name attempt at wit. See how I fail? Virgin must be so devastated. She’s probably ashamed to call herself my former English teacher. Oy vey.

    But androgynous girls are hot.

  5. Oh, I didn’t mean to devastate you. I was just intrigued that you thought it was ballsy. I mean, it kind of is. I would never do it.

    Yes, androgynous girls are hot.

  6. Virg – well, you were way ahead of me. I didn’t know she was bisexual. I didn’t even know she had a pen name. And I have never heard “Nancy Boy.” All the gay boys I know call each other Mary.

  7. sadly, i think i’m living through my own bad smithie experience now. what’s with that school and inappropriate girls? but i i love that there was a book of poems conveniently on the shelf for reference.

  8. Jenn – stay away from Smithie girls! And I feel the need for full disclosure. The book wasn’t on the shelf. It was actually on the floor by the bed. But it was there.

  9. Ex-husband was a cook at Legal Seafoods when we lived in DC. They really are as fresh as they advertise and are very hardcore about maintaining their standards. Great company and, I agree, great for kids.

  10. *snort*

    When I was in high school, I was the recipient of the Smith College book award. Oddly, the person who was supposed to give out the award didn’t show up so I never received the book. The principal just stood up there and said “trannyhead is the recipient of the Smith college book award. Please stand up.” Everybody clapped, and then I sat down. THREE YEARS LATER, I received a copy of some sort of weird self-help book in the mail. I never think of Smith without remembering my wondrous award.

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