My iPhone screen shattered this morning. The event was odd.
I had set it on the counter face down. Its bumper like case should have kept the screen from any irregularities in the counter’s surface.
A few minutes later I picked it up. The screen shattered.
I made an appointment at the Apple store to have the screen replaced. Then I called tech support. I had replaced the screen a few weeks ago and really didn’t want to spend another $129 (plus tax).
The tech told me that all full price repairs and are guaranteed for 90 days. That’s a relief! Thank you! She made my day. (Temporarily.)
I toddled off to my appointment. The tech told me that as it was an accident, the warranty didn’t cover the replacement. But, said he, my phone had been issued a (possibly) defective battery, and Apple would replace it. For free.
Heavy sigh. Went home. Sulked.
I came back to the store. The tech brought me my phone. The bill was $208 (plus tax).
Huh, no, that’s wrong said the tech. Let me check this.
She came back a few minutes later, wearing a very sour look. It’s your lucky day, no charge.
I think that the original tech must’ve written up the service request incorrectly. I wonder though what that error was. Was I wrongly charged for the screen? From what the phone tech said, that is certainly possible. Or was it easier to charge nothing than reverse the erroneous charge for the battery.
I’ll never know. If the final tech had been cheerful, I wouldn’t even wonder.
Women are not a monolith
I couldn’t stop thinking this as I read a discussion among bi women who’ve only ever had sex with men.
Each woman was a bit sad because if she and her current, dearly loved man stayed together, she’d never experience having a girlfriend.
If she and her current, dearly loved man stay together she’ll never experience having a boyfriend with different hair color, or height, or any other characteristic that her lovers haven’t had.
I haven’t experienced love or sex in the way these women expect to.
I haven’t dated and had sex with representatives of their sex. I’ve dated and had sex with individual women and men.
If I were to fall in love again, and stay with whoever forever, then I’d have lost my opportunity to sex up people of whatever groups I haven’t done yet. So what? Not banging someone with different colored eyes doesn’t reduce my experience of love (or sex) in any meaningful way.
When I was a kid I’d joke to myself that I must be conventionally good looking because I didn’t match the conventions for UNconventional good looks.
The convention was
- With longer than usual shins
- With narrow hips
- With auburn or ebony or tawny (yeah, not red, black, or blind) hair
- Breasts, regardless of size, are proud
The faces though —
- Unusually wide set, uptilted (yep, that’s the word) eyes
- Which are green, grey, or icy (huh?)
- Eyebrows are also uptilted (that word again!), except when they’re level. Level brows go with grey eyes.
- Very wide mouths
- Short upturned nose
- Broad jaws
My looks didn’t, and don’t, fit this convention. I’m short, and busty, and my nose is large. Indeed, my features are large and somewhat asymmetric.
And yet, I realized recently, I’m conventionally beautiful. My hair, while mousy, is thick, soft, and shiny.
My eyes are large.
My skin is beautiful.
My teeth are good.
What I have never had is fashionable looks.
Food for thought.
Maryam Mirzakhani died today.
She was a brilliant mathematician.
I’ve been crying since I learned of her death.
Partly because she was the first woman awarded the Fields Medal. Partly because she loved Riemann. Mostly though- I don’t know.
Some people impinge on your ( by which I mean my) life in unexpected ways.
Mirzakhani meant a lot to me
I saw ABT at the Met tonight. Wow is there a difference between good and great.
Wow. Avoiding conventional choreography is also conventional.
Should be, but yanno? In pain. Lazy. Unhappy. Self indulgent? Fine.
I read something dispiriting the other day.
A lesbian, who had been raped by a man (with a penis), asserted that penises disgusted her and feared that her disgust indicated transphobia. A trans person responded that yes, it did so indicate, and she should work on it (because she was bad for not desiring trans women, penises and all).
So yeah, disgust for a group, or even lack of desire for any members of that group might be bigotry. And yeah, work on the bigotry if it shows up in your professional life, or expand your friend groups maybe. But no, you aren’t required to sex people you don’t desire. You’re not required to change your desires either.
People who tell you to change your desires, especially if the change privileges them are coercing you. They are wrong.
My body is not up for other people’s political agenda.
Shame on you if you push for people to have sex with people they don’t want.