9.15.01

cookbooks are like dresses: they are both objects that i covet, purchase, place in the closet, and rarely use.

since i was in san francisco earlier this week i do have a Freak of the Week to report – this one was the creep on mission and 2nd street who tried to grope me. i shouted some rather unlady-like things at him. the irritating thing is that the grin he gave me as we glared at one another over our shoulders suggested that he’d done it specifically to get me to yell what i did. i mean, i’ve had guys brush up against me or grab my ass on a crowded bus before or something, but this guy just came right at me and tried to get a feel. it was weird and violating. i owed him a swift kick, but the street was full of people and he got away too fast.