11.21.03-- The perils of Craigslist and other happenings.

Oh craigslist makes me so sad. I have been surfing around lately looking for jobs, opportunities, selling things. Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents, etc.

Admidst all the crap is a revealing look at Los Angeles. Dreamers looking for someone to help them. I found a handful of actors and writers who had listings up, wanting someone to find and discover them. Convinced they're it. One guy was looking for a manager who could bring him to stardom.

There are so many shady job listings.

"Make money, huge income potential".

"Perfect job for actors!"

"Clean houses in lingerie."

I took a peek over into the "erotic" section of craigslist. Now that's sad. There are straight up prostitution offers and takers. Women doing "full service" for $100! One sister named "Suki" says she is half Asian and she will do "everything" for $100-- and she will come to your house to do it too. And she doesn't take tips. Part of me wants to bring her over for $100 just so I can sit her down and say, "Hey sister, let's do some mini therapy or at least let me convince you that you are worth more than $100." And there was a young black mother offering a $500 BJ so she could pay her kid's day care bill due soon.

Though in my financial state this time of year, I feel I can relate to some of those listings in that section that scream things like, "RENT IS DUE, I HAVE A BIG BOOTY--HELP!!!" or "GIVE ME $$$-- I GIVE YOU SOMETHING SOMETHING."

So in my tough times I succumbed to the perils of Craigslist, and put up my own listing in the erotic section. Check it out here.

It reads:

I hope some rich person sends me money just for the sheer creativity of it all. Hey at least I can hold onto my politics and still get a shot at "perv money".

I had a fabulous show on Wed at Scripps College. It's a progressive women college located on the Claremont Colleges. I did a split bill with Leilani Chan and Shyamala Moorty. At first I didn't see how all our shows would fit together but we did a great night where each piece worked out well in the line up.

We were hosted by fabulous women of the Asian American Student Union. Our performance space was "The Motely." A very progressive coffee house performance space. I was nervous at first because I didn't know if the din of coffee machines in the background would take away from our pieces or if students would be studying and ignoring us. But when things got louder, I decided to get louder, and I think it worked out just fine.

Here are pics from before and after the show.

	Here I am writing on Leilani's back before the show. She put on a burkah (the dress worn by women in Afghanistan and other middle east cultures to cover them from head to toe) made of the American flag and walked around silently before the show throughout the campus while dressed in the burkah . Inciting reactions and provoking questions.
	Here we are, the nutty performance artists again. You can see Leilani's burkah behind us. I wish I got a good pic of her walking around campus wearing it. She created quite a stir before the show that got me scared we were going to die that night in Claremont. A Claremont McKenna student approached us just before the show and in a very hostile manner demanded to know what "political stance" Leilani was taking with her "costume". I told her she could see the show and find out for herself. She said something to the effect of she couldn't stay but wanted a cut and dry answer of what we were doing so she could decide whether or not to get into an argument with us. She was so demanding that all I could do was point her to our brochures. And she hastily picked up the brochures, and scanned them for "answers." Ahhh... the impatient Republicans of Claremont McKenna College. Did you know their college is the only one of the five colleges to have an "Anti-Choice Organization"? Apparently many Scripps College women are scared to go over to their campus because they also have the highest date rape incidence of all five colleges. Bleh.
	This lucky fellow happened to be one of two guys who came to see the show. And as such he got a look deep into my "metaphorical vagina"-- to see his inner child of course! I guess you have to see my show to understand what I am talking about.
	L to R: me, Leilani, Wendy, Diana, Shyamala, and Maha (sp?) Happy and in a daze at a show well done.
	Leilani, a cute redhead named Bevin, and me.
	Me and Diana took this pic to make a certain East Coast reader of my site named Helena jealous as all hell.   Also I wanted to insure a gig at Scripps in the Spring.
	TeAda's intern, Roderick sitting on the toilet Shyamala uses in her piece.

Anyway, can I relay one last story about rich people?

On Tuesday, I went to this boutique store opening party on Melrose. My friend whose art is up there now invited me. It's one of these boutiques where a t-shirt with some lace sewn on the side sells for $250. And there are only 5 racks of clothes. And famous people like Christina Aguilera bring their stylists in to buy thousands of dollars in clothes. (Though apparently, according to my friend, $1600 only buys about two small bags of clothes at this store.)

I already felt kind of crappy. But when I got there, I felt like I was homeless or something. I felt like a vagrant who didn't belong there. Everyone was so inhuman. This party was so weird. All these kids of rich folks. Models with no asses. Everyone looked so inhuman-- unreal. The caterers were dressed like French maids. The people at this party didn't have that "wear" that comes with working hard and thinking. It was this subculture I didn't understand.

I felt so plain and greasy.

And people were actually buying clothes at the party. Jesus, I couldn't find one thing in the store that I could afford with what was in my savings account right now. And I was gasping at how much this store was charging for crap I could make for pennies.

Even if I do one day become rich enough to afford clothes like that, I don't think I would buy clothes like that. I think I would buy the knock-offs and spend the money I save on food.

I had to leave the party, I couldn't take it. That is, after I made sure to stuff my face with all the free hor'deovres I could stomach.

When I got home I took all the stuff from the "goody bags" they were giving out and put them up on ebay.

Ok, enough, enjoy the weekend!

Love,

Kristina