Buffy and Me
It's been a tough year for women, what with the election and all. I updated a few days before Hillary's loss about how galvanized my friends and I were regarding the first female president. Naturally, the subsequent days felt like a crushing defeat.
In the face of tough times, it was hard to decide what to do with myself. Where could I do to drown my sorrows? How could I best contribute to the resistance when I had interviews during three out of five weekdays?
I started watching Buffy.
I had been meaning to watch Buffy for a long time, after my fellow anesthesiologist (well, I am a future anesthesiologist), Alex, blogged about it at HelloGiggles (http://hellogiggles.com/author/alexandra/) and how it got her through medical school. So when I needed some inspiration about grrrl power, I turned to Buffy.
It took about 1.5 seasons, but by the season 2 finale, I was hooked. I started reading recaps on the AV Club, I stayed up all night because I needed to know what would happen to Buffy/Angel, and I had opinions about whether or not a character was evil when wearing leather pants (always!). Season 3 was definitely a highlight, but I kept going all the way to season 7, when my college roommate Ylan came to visit me and I forced her to watch Buffy in my basement with me for 12 hours straight.
Because I looooove Buffy, I also took up kickboxing (like, with boxing gloves. not the aerobic kind), so I could kick ass just like her. I am still waiting for the day when I need to throw a punch, but please be assured that I am PREPARED. Come at me, supporters of the AHCA.
*As a side note: I attended my 5th year college reunion this weekend and it was so nice to read my old entries from early 2012! It turns out Library Boy still exists, so that was reassuring as well.