your girl, she's a renegade

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Jenny: 29; Twin Cities; professor; feminist, writer, part-time roller skater. I dig Doctor Who, poems, feminism, pop culture, owls, comics, sci-fi/fantasy, outer space, Carl Sagan, Buffy, derby, lit crit, and most things that are neat.

It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
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What in good god’s name happened?

So maybe you’ve heard: Chicago is the Windy City — but I would extend that to include every part of the state in which Chicago resides. 

Sunday afternoon, Evan and I crossed the boarder into Illinois having just, a mere mile of so before, refilled the windshield wiper fluid. I pulled back onto I90E and was about to merge into traffic when our beloved hood whipped up in the G-D wind and —

[I should say, too, that had we not been going 65 miles an hour, and if the wind gusts weren’t so damn high the hood would have flipped up and stayed there. We would have screamed and pulled over to the side, slammed the hood back down, and made sure the latch was secure, but] —

LITERALLY tore off its hinges, sommersaulted over the car, and flew like a leaf on the wind into the bracken and bramble on the side of the road.

Thankfully, impossibly, no one was hit or hurt — just our pride.

So yeah, that’s what happened.