Katastic

January 6, 2009

If my mom’s voicemails were a Broadway musical

Filed under: family, scenes with my mother, society — katastic @ 5:34 pm

…using actual, transcribed text from my mom’s messages, elevated to one glorious extravanganza!

BEEP! The Musical! STARRING ANSWERING MACHINE,  RISING STARLETS, AND A CAST OF HUNDREDS! GLAMOUR! SOUL-STIRRING SONGS!  MAD-CAP ANTICS! GORGEOUS GAMS! ZIGFIELD’S FINEST!

(Overture)

Curtains up on a dark stage, in which an answering machine is illuminated by a single spotlight.  A red light blinks. A phantom hand presses the “messages” button, as the audience holds its collective breath.

MESSAGE:

Hi, Kate. This is Mom. I just called to say I love you love you LOVE you, and you are my SPECIAL GIRL. I love you.  This is Mom. I LOVE you. It is Wednesday, at 6:32 and 29..30…31 seconds, and I called to say I love you. YOU  are the most WONDERFUL, BRILLIANT, SPECIAL girl in the WHOLE WORLD, and any man who doesn’t instantly want to snatch you up  FOREVER is just INSANE. INSANE. Should be LOCKED UP! Insane. You are my SPECIAL SPECIAL girl, and I can’t believe you’re 25. 25! Ugh! It seems like just yesterday you were a little baby.  (moment of reflective silence) You know, when I was 25, I had TWO LITTLE BOYS.  Haha. Not that that matters to you, because I know you say you don’t want kids, but I think it’s such a SHAME, You’d be SUCH a great MOM.  You say that NOW, but you’re so YOUNG, you might change your mind. OH, you’d be such a COOL mom!(pause)  I know you hate it when I do that. DELETE, DELETE! Hahahaha. Here I  go, BABBLE BABBLE! Hahahaha! (Starts singing, off-tune):

Oh where, oh where has my little girl gone

Oh where, oh where can she beee?

I’ve called and called and she hasn’t called me back*

Oh whyyyy won’t sheeeee call me?

Hahahahaha!  This is Mom, I LOVE you LOVE YOU! Call me back. Call me back, I love you!

 This is Mom!

(long pause)

 

I love you! This is Mom!

(click)

Lights come up, revealing a long  kickline of chorus girls! They dance and twirl, as a platform of singers rise behind them, drowning the stage in song! They all join together, surround the answering machine, and end in big finish, jump-splits and fireworks and soaring voices, and the cheeky lovers reunited!

Close curtain.

*Before anyone accuses me of being a monster, let me just say that this message was left when I hadn’t called her back for TWO DAYS. TWO DAYS!

August 14, 2008

Katkallers

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , — katastic @ 12:33 am

I live in Washington Heights, NYC (stalkers take note), and as such, every day/night when I walk down my street, I am greeted by what my roommates and I call “The Gauntlet”:

PSsssssst!Psst! (finger snap) Pssst pssst!

God BLESS you.

God BLESS you, mami.

Ohh, you so beautiful. Are you a model?

Girl, I like that. Mmmm. Vanilla.

And those are the polite guys. Worse are the

Shake it. Yeaaahhhh. I see you. I like that ass.

I like that fat ass. (EXCUSE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER?)

What? You don’t want to talk? You don’t want to be my friend? Stuck-up.

Hey, girl. Heyyyyy. Bend over for me.

…and worse. It doesn’t matter what you wear, it doesn’t matter how you look, it doesn’t matter how late or early it is- every time is catcalling time in the Heights! It’s been especially bad lately- the weather’s been nice, and there are big groups of men hanging out on the stoops.  The worst part is that there’s no way to respond-at an especially nasty comment, I’ll give a dirty look, or flip them off, or yell at them, but in most cases, it’s better just to ignore the catcalls- these guys feed off the attention. I’ve had men in my neighborhood lunge into my personal space, within inches of me, while catcalling, which feels especially frightening and enraging. One feels powerless and pissed and exposed.

So I have an idea.

I think the city of New York, to discourage  street harassment of women and generally improve the quality of life citywide, should award to one out of every 100,000 women in the city (chosen by lottery) a brand-new top of the line bazooka.

And the license to kill or maim, without legal penalty, up to 5 catcallers in a calendar year.

Now I’m not saying every woman would accept it, or use the privilege, but wouldn’t the thought that an overstuffed purse just MIGHT contain a high-powered assault weapon make these guys really consider how important it is to them to comment on that. sweet. ass.?

 

Mayor Bloomberg, I rest my case.

July 30, 2008

Bill Maher on Safe Sex

Filed under: Uncategorized — katastic @ 1:43 am

Here’s a great spiel by Bill Maher on condom efficacy and abstinence programs (more on that to come)!

By the way, the last safe sex post (and forthcoming) are inspired by my lovely friends over at ButterCupPunch, who are hosting Safe Sex Week! (www.buttercuppunch.wordpress.com).

 ButterCupPunch! The only website with a  98% effectiveness rate if used properly!

July 29, 2008

In Defense of “Judgement”.

Filed under: society — Tags: , , , , , — katastic @ 5:19 am

Lately,  the humble condom seems under attack. Poor li’l guys-for such effective inventions, they get very little respect. Forty percent of New York City residents with multiple partners are shunning condoms entirely, despite their widespread availability and fun, flashy packaging.

This statistic horrifies me mostly because I just don’t GET it. I don’t GET it, NYC! What are you thinking?!! With very little exception, the arguments against condoms tend to go like this:

1. Sex feels better without condoms.

2. I don’t like the icky smell.

3.  …..Did I mention it feels better? Um, also, spontaneity and stuff.

REALLY, NYC? Really? Is that the best you can do? Sex feels better? The smell is weird? You want to be able to fuck in the park with less prep?

I mean, I understand we’re all human. Stuff happens. And on the one hand, I don’t want to shame anyone-but on the other hand, I would love to see this behavior become less socially acceptable. Like smoking! People are always going to smoke, but social awareness has gone up, which makes it less socially acceptable, and fewer people smoke. The less people think that unprotected sex with multiple partners is  socially acceptable, the less they’ll do it. I don’t think we need to shove sex back in the closet-I think we need to be totally open and clear about what’s something to be concerned about (unsafe sex) and what’s not something to be worried about (sex in general).  Which involves, to be honest, a kind of judgement.

Hear me out on this. People tend to see “sex” and “judgement” and freak out- “DON’T POLICE ME! DON’T SHAME ME!” etc etc. Let me be totally clear. I am sex-positive. I think sex is great, and unprotected sex when both partners are being safe and honest and know their statuses is great, and that everyone should be allowed to fuck how many whomevers they want with whatever props without judgement. But I think unsafe sex is a bad idea for both partners involved, and while you certainly can’t-and shouldn’t- control what decisions people make, you can influence what they consider safe, and what becomes accepted social practice.

There was an interesting article in the NY Times lately on how good habits are formed- how advertisers, in particular, are able to tie behaviors to habitual cues. (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/13/business/13habit.html?_r=1&scp=3&sq=habit&st=cse&oref=slogin) We wash our hands, for instance, because we’ve been taught a habit of washing our hands after using the toilet, because the toilet is socially accepted as a “dirty” place. The key to changing human behavior, in other words, is not so much to talk about germs and risks and statistics as it is about changing what is socially accepted habit.

So what if we could change the habits of sex? What if it became de rigeur to reach for a condom-even more than it is? What if it became so common that people who didn’t reach for a condom had trouble getting laid?

That’s why I’m okay with denouncing unsafe sex, with risking being labelled “judgemental”. Some habits should be judged, when they endanger people’s health. I don’t think this 40% of New Yorkers should be looked down upon (since it’s almost half of us Gothamites), but I think it’s okay to judge the habit itself, to speak out against it, to discourage it as much as possible. Hate the sin, love the sinner, as it were. Smoking rates declined when smoking became inconvenient and unpopular.  People say, “Well, it’s my choice”-and it is, but the less  acceptable it is, the less they’ll do it. 

It’s not a black-and-white choice between being total Puritans and being mute  about unsafe sexual behavior for fear of ‘judging’. There’s a middle ground here.  We should  be able to distinguish between shaming people for having sex (just to be clear-bad idea) and speaking out against widespread unsafe sex practices. It doesn’t make us prudes or “slut-shamers” or tools of the Patriarchy or frigid. It makes us human beings who care about other human beings staying healthy, who want us all to be able to have safe sex with whomever we choose, and who want to see a  decline in STDs that reap their cost in health and happiness and lives.

So I think it’s okay to risk being “judgemental”, to speak up on blogs and in the media and when out with our friends and (especially) when in bed with our sexual partners. I think it’s okay to say what is, objectively, safer behavior and what is not.  I think it’s good to be honest, but I think that there is something higher to aspire to than bluntness. We can aspire to, in an honest and realistic way, make our habits safer and better, both societally and personally. There is something to be said for describing life as it is, but something more to be said for stating what could be-to acknowledge human frailty, but hope for and work for better public health, better public understanding, and a better quality of life for all of us.

July 28, 2008

Scenes with My Mother III- Dinner Conversation

Filed under: family, scenes with my mother — Tags: , , , , — katastic @ 6:16 pm

The year is 2008. Kate and her mother are at a diner. Kate is picking at the last of her sandwich; her mother is empting six packets of sugar and four creams into a coffee cup. They are discussing her younger brother, who is in his semester abroad. They are mid-conversation.

Kate’s Mom: Oh,  I don’t think Brendan dates.

K: He does too.

KM: How do you know?

K: I saw it on his blog.

KM: What?

K: I saw it on his blog.

KM: How do you get to a “blog”?

K: Oh, Mom, I am so not telling you. (laughs) Then he would tell you how to get to my blog.

KM: You have a “blog”?

K: No. Never mind.

KM: Well, is he dating anyone special? Any special guy?

K: I don’t know.

KM: Ask him!

K: Mom! No! I’m not going to do that.

KM: Why not?

K: It’s nosy! It’s totally…it’s intrusive.

KM: No, it’s not.

K: Mom, of course it is! It’s like, oh, I don’t know….like if you asked me (waves hand in the air) how many people I’ve slept with, or whatever.

(pause)

KM: How many people have you slept with?

K: Mommmmmmmmm!

KM: Well, let’s see… (names people she knows Kate has dated*) there’s John, and Mark, and Adam…and that artist, what was his name?…Peter? Paul?

K: MOM!

KM: Wasn’t there a musician?

K: MA!

KM: Okay, okay.

(pause)

Five?

K: MOM!

*Names changed to protect the innocent.

“Just give me a ballpark number. 6? 10? 3?”

Scenes with My Mother II- Nutrition

Filed under: family — Tags: , , , , — katastic @ 5:24 pm

Kate and her mother are sitting on the couch. Kate is eyeing the large styrofoam cup her mother is sipping coffee from.

Kate: Mom, how many cups of coffee a day do you drink?

Kate’s Mom: Oh, don’t start.

K: Mom, HOW MANY CUPS OF COFFEE A DAY? Like, twelve?

KM: No! I have (clears throat) three cups.

K: Three of those! Mom, that’s huge. That’s, like, four servings each. Oh my God, Mom. And you drink diet soda, too! How many diet sodas do you have a day?

KM: Oh, lay off. (waves hand in a dismissive motion). Buzz off.

K: Like, four? Mom, you know that stuff de-calcifies your bones, right? And all the coffee? Jeez, Mom, no wonder you have osteoporosis. That stuff is terrible for you.

KM:I don’t drink that much coffee.

K: Mom, just… just drink some water, too. Break that stuff up, you know?

KM: Water makes me gag.

(stupefied silence)

K: WATER IS THE BUILDING BLOCK OF LIFE!

KM: (Makes gagging sound)

Scenes with my Mother

Filed under: family — Tags: , , , — katastic @ 4:16 pm

Hello, and welcome to a new feature- Scenes with My Mother, in which I turn actual conversations with my mother into great works of art. Please enjoy.

Scene: Kate’s mother’s van. The year is 2002. Kate’s mother is driving about 30 mph and hitting every curb on the street, as per usual. The dashboard and floor of the car are littered with used styrofoam coffee cups and paperback novels. Kate, a *shockingly* good-looking and intelligent (and humble!) 19 year-old, is in the passenger seat, her feet propped up on the dashboard.

Kate: Hey Mom, guess what?

Kate’s Mom: What?

K: My friend Katie came out of the closet.

KM:Oh?

K: Yeah. Well, I mean- to her friends. Not to her family, though, ’cause they wouldn’t understand. That’s one thing I’ve always really appreciated about you and Dad, you know? That you would totally accept me and love me if I were gay.

(Long pause)

KM:Are you gay?

K: Mom, what? No. I’m just saying if I WERE…

KM: You can tell me, Kate.

K: What? No, I’m…

Km: You can tell me, I love you anyway, Kate….

K: Mom! I’m not gay!

KM: I love you anyway, Kate!!!

K: MOM!

KM: I love my gay daughter!

K: MOM YOU DON’T HAVE ONE.

(End scene)

“ I love my gay daughter!”

July 25, 2008

More temp-y goodness

Filed under: Uncategorized — katastic @ 6:23 pm

Mag on Hospitality

M: yeah i just hate people
  and don’t like houseguests
 K: awww yet you had me over
 awwww
M: no i didn’t
  that’s totally different
  crashing is different from a houseguest
  you had to leave. to change your underwear.
  houseguests have underwear so they don’t leave.

Temp-le of Doom

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , — katastic @ 6:19 pm

Mag and Kate on the Irish National Temperament

 
K:  do you ever fantasize about the perfect fight?
 M: constantly
 K: me too
  oooohhh
 M: the completely self-righteous argument is my holy grail
  i’m always looking for it in vain
  i’m not worthy
i must purify myself before i can find it
 K: I KNOW I KNOW
  oh god mag
 M: i mean, i ACT self righteous in a fight
  but i know, deep down, i’m not
K: only you know how i feel
  im like, damn it, i have to be so good for a year beforehand
  so i can just CRUSH the offender in a fight
 but i can never manage to be that good
  oh mag
  only you understand
  everyone else would think i was a machiavellian serial killer
M: no no no no
  you’re as normal as me
 K: that bad, huh?

M: shut up cowfucker

Lost in Temp-land

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — katastic @ 6:09 pm

My friend Mag and I spend all day temping being the Oscar Wildes of gchat. As such, I’m going to start posting some of our conversations. Because I’m a lazy cow.

Mag and Kate on The Value of a Good Day’s Work

M:  want to hear some irony? i actually have work to do today and it’s annoying me
K:  haha
thats how i always feel about work
im like, how  DARE you give me filing
 M:  but i wanted work yesterday
iv’e been so bored
i’m like… i’m useless
i’m like a wart on toad
or worse
 K:  warts on toads are at least decorative  

M:  well.  i am pretty cute.
so i have that going for me
i’ll just sit at my desk and pose when i get bored
 K:yeah if i had a mirror over my desk id be happy for hours
like a budgie
 Sent at 2:03 PM on Friday

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