Looking up

So I went in and had a great interview! I just emailed my writing samples (FIT papers) and I think I'll be coming in tomorrow or next week for a second interview with the other person who works there. She didn't even seem put off by the fact that I admitted to intending to work in museums when I get the chance. When I look at the paper she gave me the whole thing looks less scary, too - there are stories sent in from other regions, there are notices, it's not like it's all "quick! find a hot-button pumpkin-growers' issue!"

There's an excellent online exhibition on Mainbocher and Worth that I think would be of interest even to my non-fashion history friends. It's been up for a while, so I may be repeating myself (I know I meant to link it ages ago).

Trying to get into posting on Tumblr more often so it's not just "here's a preview of stuff on my blog, go there and read more" or my arguing about Marie Antoinette. And it's really good for me to keep practicing writing labels for specific garments, because I have a tendency to take a dress as an example of a period or designer - which can be fine if you're doing an exhibition that runs through a number of time/artistic periods or is full of designers, but for an exhibition on a single time period or designer it's useless.

this is possibly too pessimistic, but I'm very tired

While Biden's showing in the debate did make me happy, the idea some have that the US needs to be basically the UN exhausts and depresses me. I am eagerly awaiting the moment the US stops being ~the superpower~ and falls like Rome and hoping that the moment is now because it would at least be interesting to live through it.

I started being interested in politics when I was about seventeen and basically it has taught me so far that there's no point to anything, you can hope as much as you want but even when the good things happen something will (want to) tear them down, so everything is bleak. Also I have a year left on my dad's health insurance and if we don't have proper socialized medicine then I don't know what I'll do.

I don't wish I were an actual Baby Boomer because I would not want to live through the 1970s and 1980s, but fuck I wish I could come of age in a time when I thought people could make the world better. Be a part of the two generations that saw people frequently be more successful than their parents, which made then decide it was OBVIOUSLY meant to be a constant in America and everyone should count on it.

(It must be mentioned that this has cheered me up enormously, though.)

Part of me wants to go read HP for some emotional comfort, part of me wants to read HP fic where everything is still terrible after DH and it takes them nineteen years to get to the point where all is well, damn it, for catharsis. Instead I'm reading a fic that's technically well written and centers on Teddy (yay) but has a bad tendency to epithet "the other man"/"the man" CONSTANTLY, as well as "the Gryffindor"/"the Slytherin".

ERIN. COMFORT ME.