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My Next Roomate

Jennifer Blowdryer — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:57:47 +0000

I’ve been interviewing people to find my next roommate, though as I’m middle aged “House Mate” or “Flat Mate” sounds more mature. This book putting down trendy people, Food Court Cherehonkees or something like that, is hysterical but it does have a category for those who have roommates after age 30. Well guess what, the economy’s changed, people. Plus after a slow start, I turned out to be a people person.

I could easily be a lick my wounds alone type, or a you and me against the world woman, but though I keep it up front that from 4 to 10% of everybody will tend to be a sociopath, that still leaves me with a healthy margin of 90% okay applicants. Yesterday I met: A bag designer, a news reporter, a tv producer, and 2 people who I was too self centered to ask what they did. I want to start a village for each person I met, that is how decent and varied they were.

I was supposed to meet a chef, but I was too tired. When I lived in SF and for the first years of my nyc time, 86 – 99, I had troubled flat mates. It was pretty bad. No doubt I, in fact, was their own version of pretty bad. Then I got a little bit smart. Beautiful schizy Nick Bahn, good eggs Kara McElhinney and Daniel Hernandez, my old friend Jane King, and now…..I have an idea.

Middle-aged Women are Wilding

Jennifer Blowdryer — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 05:14:29 +0000

I noticed some odd decade or so ago that women in their, say, mid to upper 40s were quietly talking about suicide. It was sort of around the time in Manhattan when middle aged white women were getting randomly assaulted in the street – punched in the stomache, hit with objects, one day a stranger socked me in the mouth at the corner of Astor Place. When I mentioned it the other women had their brief shocked stories.

Now, if a bunch of teens went on a group assault spree, they media called it Wilding. Which sounds fun, except it plainly wasn’t for at least one of the parties involved, the private citizen trying to get from point A to B in a peacetime society before getting whomped with a concrete block, raped by a chuckling posse, taunted and jostled. What a waste of a term, Wilding should be a dance and pop tune, like The Tantrum or the Hustle.

Today on the news, as I lay in bed with my eyes a tiny bit shut, I heard three news items that sounded like women were reinventing the wilding. In the first story, a woman successfully combined the two trends of suicide and random violence when she jumped off the third tier of a mall and landed on a 17 year old boy. Whoa, what a way to go. I guess it was time to check out, but she was tired of just telling everybody she was fine. She was 52.

Another woman today committed a complex form of suicide by cop, i believe in Bayside. Nothing too good happens in Bayside, Queens, its like the movie the young couple rents out at the beginning of a horror film, except its our entire life. This 48 year old woman was banging on her landlord’s door, and pumping up the gas in her flat. when the police came to her door, two of them, she charged out with a kitchen knife and stabbed one of the cops three times. They shot her to death. He’ll be ok, more or less.

Then a lady called 911 because she didn’t get enough shrimp with her special order. It was supposed to be the humor relief part of the news, but they did play the phone call and she sounded really pissed, a lifetime of rage, a strategy to cope. It is possible to hop from moment to moment of a day using indignation rage and complaint. Her voice sounded, oh, i’d say from 46 – 57. Maybe I’m wrong here.

East Village Comix

Jennifer Blowdryer — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 03:45:20 +0000

I put out another EV Comix Zine with Sarah Perry Stout. Its the silliest least practical thing to do so of course being my naturally extremely guarded self its my main talking point. Last night Sarah Darryl and I went to PassOut Records and saw some punk bands, plus Mike Diana had an exhibit. I’ve heard his name a bit, turns out he’s this comic book type artist who caught some court cases in Florida for obscenity. A couple of people were filming him but I was conversationally bellowing a couple of feet away so I hope they had a good recording system. Thank you, thank you all so much for supporting me with your tax dollars so I can go to shit like that and do a zine. And also watch a LOT of television – for so many years I missed out with no cable, and now I’m already up on the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency on HBO – people from Boston are taking short bus trips to catch some of the relative psychic warmth in Brooklyn and NYC. I wish I had some stacked up incubators with cable piped in that they could all catch a nap in.