Insomnia Strikes

Sitting in my jammies and mouthgaurd, close to wide awake. One of the European guys staying in my hostel room is snoring like it's his job and I can't get to sleep... At least I'm not alone -- Tania, one of my hostel friends, flies out early tomorrow morning and is staying up all night. We're watching Korean music videos. Yes!

I've been reading Naomi Wolfe's The Beauty Myth and it's depressing. It was written almost twenty years ago and a lot of the problems still exist, or are worse. Why do we wear make-up - what are we hiding? What are we afraid of? Why do we starve ourselves? Why do we deny date rape? Why don't we talk about any of this shit? (Other than me, of course.)

Ahh, all the problems. The problems with womanhood (better defined as denying the existence of womanhood) is but one small slice of the pie. I'm quite tempted to go back to NZ and never come back....

But.

I don't think I want to diverge from the path that much. As much as it seems appealing (especially at 3 AM) it isn't my voyage. (Don't worry Mom, I will get on my plane next week. Or maybe I'll just go to Thailand. Only time will tell.)

Holy goodness I need sleep.