We started watching Born Into Brothels in my Comparative Politics class. Brilliant documentary thus far... I am thankful for the opportunity to learn about a subculture unrecognizable from my own. Oh, the power of film.

Grabbed dinner with Lydia at Noodles, which was disappointing. I don't want to gossip about people we know, make fun of others, or talk about boys the whole time...blech. I want to discuss literature, political theory, human rights issues, speak to the human character, documentaries, share what's on our hearts, what pervades our deepest thoughts...
In the middle of sharing my experience watching a documentary film that discussed the human character (she isn't even looking at me or paying attention in the least) she glances in my direction and screams "IS THAT A HICKIE ON YOUR NECK?"

The value system here is fucked.