I am a Phd Student in sociology.
I study aging (and not just the old folks!) and the contemporary phenomenon of cosmetic surgery to minimize the effects of aging. I seek to trace what age is and how it comes into being in different ways through the “act” of cosmetic surgery.
I live with an anorexic Lowchen. Her name is Frankie. And in case you were wondering, I dress her in funky sweaters. She has her own drawer. She wears proudly a Flames jersey. But please, don’t call me “Paris.”
With that being said, I own and wear Paris Hilton perfum. I did not buy it for myself, my brother did. It was a Christmas gift. He was right. It smells damn fine. How aggravating.
My favourite snack and most common meal is peanut butter toast. I’m a lazy cook.
I curl but have difficulty being a “curler” in the Russ Howard kind of way.
I like quiet. I am quiet. I don’t like to be “heard” (unless I have something important to say).
My current academic influences are Bruno Latour, Dorothy Smith, and Arthur Frank.
My grandmother frequently answers the door in her underwear (and that’s on a good day).
My parents live with approximately 10 dogs (forgive me, it’s easy to lose track when you get into the double digits). My Mom is a dog groomer and breeds Pomeranians (FYI – Hilary Duff owns one). Her kennel name is Sugar Fix Pomeranians. She wanted to name her kennel “Sugar Bush” Pomeranians. I advised strongly against it.
My favourite colour is pink.
I’m often frazzled. I will be an absent minded professor. I constantly lose my keys and never pay my bills on time. In an attempt to get my life together, I requested a Palm Pilot for Christmas. It’s already stiffling my creativity. It’s the penultimate symbol of how we are forced to structure our lives into black boxes. It’s not even really a symbol. It LOOKS like a black box. It IS a black box. Bah! But eh, if it helps me to graduate somewhat on time, I’ll giver a try.
I procrastinate. Can you tell?