So I'm racking my brain trying to decide in which direction to move in the future with my studies---in particular because I'd like to start writing papers from that scope as soon as possible and I've got one due in a few weeks---and I start to think about things I would like to study and write about. I recently watched Scotland, PA for my Shakespeare in film class and it really resonated with me because it's this cool, working-class retelling of Macbeth that just so happens to be set in the 70s which, so far as I can tell, looked like an awesome time to be alive. My experience with this movie reminded me of a similar experience I had while reading an excerpt from Alfred Lubrano's book Blue-Collar Roots, White-Collar Dreams. In this excerpt, Lubrano described how he grew up in a working-class family in New York, and how that has affected him in his life as an academic today. It was the first thing I'd read discussing the working-class in academia, and it really fired me up.
So I'm thinking about what these two things had in common and I'm left with this: the working-class. The class which I'm proud to be a part of and that consists of all the people with whom I grew up with and most of the people that I've become close friends with and the people who I want to stay in touch with regardless of how much we have in common because there's one unspoken and unseen bond that is just there and always will be.
I want to study and write about the working-class in literature.
So I started to do a little research to see where this kind of study was going on so I could read some stuff to get my feet wet, and guess what the first freaking page that pops up is? This. Yup. Fucking YSU. Unbelievable... except... not at all.
So I do a little more research and find this. Yup. Pittsburgh. Not even a little surprised. Not sure why this never occurred to me in all my months/years of soul-searching, but it's been a pretty wild trip and I wouldn't trade it.
Who says we're not all products of our environment? Thank god for that.
Here goes nothin'.
Um, I've been trying to figure out how to contact you and check in. I've lost your phone number, I don't have your email, and it appears that you and Facebook have had a falling out. Hit a sister up. Good Lord.
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