Mo’ Mots

What are breasts but flesh that valleys,

tissue and trough,

a cosine wave across a chest?

My time at school is quickly running out, and I suppose I’m like most people in that I have no idea what I want to do. I keep telling myself that it all depends on the economy, but I don’t even know what that means. There are two possibilities for my immediate future after graduation:

1. get a Real Job

2. teach English abroad for the summer (i.e. France, Spain, Italy, or Germany)

Option #1 is perhaps more practical, but not when you’re someone fickle like me. I’m not indecisive, no–I just like a lot of things and want to do them all and flit about between one thing and the next. The following are jobs that interest me:

1. Advertising. This is the newest interest and a field in which I hope I can make some changes (i.e. make ads that aren’t sexist). The only bad part? I hate ads.

2. Writing. Well, duh. But good luck to me getting a secure, paying job.

3. Sex educator. Obviously, I have a long-standing interest in sex and already am quite knowledgeable and curious about what I don’t already know. But what exactly does a sex educator do? Lectures? Books? And how does one get employed?

4. Teacher of something. Except I hate kids. Professor, except I don’t really want to go to grad school and imerse myself in literary theory, thankyouverymuch.

5. ???

Fuck. I’m screwed.