CHARISMATIC MEGAFAUNA

By Quiconque

Oh, the Irony!

Today was the first day of a new summer semester of Gender and Anthropology. The heat was in full force. My class meets at the hottest time of the day on the top floor of an old gothic-esque building.

So, you can imagine that the room was hot and stuffy, especially since it had been closed up tight over the weekend. As the dept. secretary unlocked the door, she made some incoherent reference to an air conditioner installed in the window ten feet above our heads.

There was no way I could reach it, and there was no furniture suitable for me to perch on. The secretary immediately saw that I was not physically up to the task and suggested, "Maybe if there's a man in the class, he can turn it on for you."

With what, his penis?!

However, it is foolish to antagonize departmental secretaries. I let her comment pass. And when the tallest of my seven (all female) students complained about the heat, I asked her to climb the desk and turn on the AC.
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READING: Aloft by Chang Rae Lee

WATCHING: Second Sight. Clive Owen is my husband.