shaved my legs im ready for anything

 I keep getting frozen up on making a new blog entry thinking about if something is "worth posting" as if this isn't literally my blog. I can post whatever I want and it would be worth it because I am the target audience.

how i feel after shaving my legs

 I finished this book Boy Parts by Eliza Clark on a friend's recommendation. I thought it was pretty good. I kept seeing comparisons between it and Ottessa Moshfegh's My Year of Rest and Relaxation online but the two books have little in common. The main character of Boy Parts, Irina, is straight up a psychopath having a self-destructive episode driven by some kind of dissociative disorder and/or psychotic break with reality. 

 Where Rest and Relaxation felt like it had a lot to say about isolation, grief, depression, and offered an incredible portrait of that pre-9/11 consciousness, Boy Parts felt a little one note. It hinged a lot of it's shock value around the fact that a woman was exploiting men. There's a scene in a gallery where a male artist is upset that Irina has a larger display than his. The male artist has largely the same work thematically as Irina, but has opted for photos exploiting women, thus rendering his work more mundane in the public eye.

 In the end, Boy Parts felt like spectacle, where you gasp and point at what the insane woman is doing in the book. Which isn't necessarily bad, but going in expecting something akin to My Year of Rest and Relaxation did this book no favors. Irina does do some truly fucked up stuff, maybe I'm telling on myself, but none of it disturbed me the way I felt it was meant to. However at no point did I dislike reading the book, so I would settle on pretty good. Read it if you can find it at the library. 

 Beyond Boy Parts, I have been spinning up some spring cleaning. The weather is getting warmer and I feel weighed down by possessions. I'll spread it out between 4-5 weeks just because sorting through everything is exhausting, but donating/selling unused stuff is such a great feeling. I feel lighter, freer. 

 I started reading The Big Four by Agatha Christie on the train, and Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger at home. I adore Agatha Christie novels but I haven't read Catcher in the Rye since middle school(?) so we will see how I enjoy that. I am listening to Squish by Gretel (her new album comes out next friday!!!!!). Here's a picture of my cat to close it out.