By rain or shine they apparently mean vastly inferior in rain.

I graduated yesterday, and because it was rainy they ended up moving our ceremony inside. This was a little disappointing - it only rains, what, five days a year in San Diego, and of course it rained on the big day. I went to the commencement last year, and it was a gorgeous spring day out on the lawn.

We didn’t get a whole ton of not-blurry pictures of yours truly in getting my degree - I think Colleen was high on the realization that, no, she wouldn’t have to pick me up after a 10 o’clock class let out EVER AGAIN, and the giddiness must have made her hands a little shaky. There were a few snapshots of the day that I appreciated, though. It’s a little deceptive, though: the “group photo” was more “group fifteen minutes of photos,” and though I’m sure forty or so photos were taken by various faculty, students and family members, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t looking at the camera for any of them. Brilliant!

I was going to suggest we play “spot the fattie” to guess which one was me, but I just realized that there are two fatties in the photo - myself, and the ultra-rad, ultra-famous Esther Rothblum (one of the editors of the fat studies reader). I’m going to mention that she’s one of the editors every time I talk about her for the rest of my life, because how cool is it to say that she was my mentor for my Master’s degree.

Anyhow, I’ll be celebrating this weekend, and more frequent postings should return on Monday. Namely: what the hell is up with Whitney? ANTM? What the hell happened there?