Anne was the typical all-American girl.
She was smart with a sassy attitude. Her mother had raised to be a career driven woman, and she became just that. It wasn’t long until she moved off to San Francisco in pursuit of a good education.
Living alone had become a life changing experience for her and she was finally becoming her own independent woman. Anne had finally found her goal in life, which was to be a strong advocate for women’s rights in the field of law. But before should could even think about becoming a lawyer, she needed to finish her master’s degree and thesis.
Your Heart’s Desire
Anne saw her former professor at the local whole foods store. She was in her mid-30’s, wearing skinny jeans, a tshirt, and a scarf. The professor had the look of a typical San Francisco hipster.
“Professor Hamilton! What a surprise!”
The two women smiled and gave each other a hug.
“It’s great seeing you Anne,” the professor replied happily. “But please, call me Patricia. You’re no longer a student of mine and we aren’t in a classroom, so we can do away with the formalities.”
“Gosh, this is so weird. I haven’t seen you in months, and now we’re calling each other by our first names. You look cute in that outfit by the way,” Anne noted.
“Thanks. This is how I look when I’m not teaching. The dean is pretty up tight when it comes dressing professionally.”
“Figures,” she replied. “If you dressed like this on campus, I would have sworn you were a student. You definitely look the part.”
Patricia laughed. “Well thank you Anne. I’ll take that as a compliment. So what have you been up to lately? I hear you’re going for a master’s degree.”
“Yep. I’m working towards a masters degree on Women & Gender studies. Then after that I’m thinking about going to law school. I want to do something that really helps women and puts a stamp on society.”
“Smart girl. You’ve always struck me as being an ambitious person. I really like that.”
Anne smiled, “Thanks. My mom always says the same thing about me. It’s hard work, but it’s worth it in the end.”
“I agree,” Patricia replied. “So how is your thesis coming along? Have you started one already?”
“I have, and it’s a real pain in the ass.”
“I’ve been with this department a few years now and I always see women struggling with their thesis, but all they really need is to be pointed in the right direction. You’re a bright girl. I know you’ll do great.”
Anne nodded. “You’re right about people needing to be pointed in the right direction. There’s so many pages I’m expected to write and so much stuff to cover. It’s extremely daunting to be honest.”
“What are you writing about anyway? Have you started doing research?” the professor inquired.
“It’s kind of hard to explain because I haven’t narrowed down a specific topic, but I’m writing about the female body and its role in society. You know, the sexual objectification of women, and how modern women are being shaped by those gender roles. It’s mainly inspired by The Feminist Body In Today’s World, by Valencia Mayorga Gonzalez.”
“Valencia Gonzalez?” Patricia said with an eyebrow raised. “She used to be my professor when I was in college. She’s an exquisite human being and a wonderful person. I love her.”
Anne’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? She’s my favorite author. I have a few of her books and I’ve already ordered her entire collection online. Her writings really speak to me as a young woman.”
“It did the same for me. If you’re interested, we could grab a cup of coffee sometime and I could give you a few pointers for your thesis. I could literally talk about her books for days and not get tired of it.”
“That would be so awesome. How should we stay in touch?”
Patricia held out her hand. “Give me your phone. I’ll type in my number and contact information and we could get together sometime soon.”
*** THE FEMINIST BODY ***
Two days had past and Anne was headed to Patricia’s apartment in downtown San Francisco. They had talked on the phone and agreed it was best to work someplace where they could have absolute privacy given the nature of their upcoming conversation.
“I’m so glad you made it. Did you have a hard time finding this place?” Patricia asked as she opened the door.
“Not at all. Beautiful apartment by the way. It’s really stylish and chic. It suits you perfectly.”
“Thanks. I’ve always been a collector of antique artwork and classic novels. So naturally my apartment is going to have a certain look to it with all of the shit that I constantly buy.”
Anne continued looking around the apartment and admired it. “Seriously, you could be a designer or something as a side job. If I had the money, I’d pay you to do my place.”
“That’s sweet of you to say. And I see you’ve brought a bunch of books with you,” Patricia said, looking at the pile of books the student was carrying. “You’re arms must be hurting.”
“God yeah,” she said, putting them down on the table. “I wasn’t sure if you had any of these books, so I brought them all with me to make sure. I always like being prepared.”
The professor smiled, “That’s why you’re an A student. Come take a look at this. I want to show you something.”
The two women looked at the large bookshelf in Patricia’s living room, and she showed her former student a collection of books written by the popular feminist author, Valencia Garcia. Some of them were signed, and there was a picture of Patricia and Valencia together on a picture frame.
“Oh my,” Anne gasped. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew Valencia. It looks like you two were pretty good friends.”
“We were pretty close back then,” Patricia say in a coy tone.
“That’s so cool. How well did you get to know her?”
Patricia paused and winked. “We were lovers for a brief period.”
“You mean you…and Valencia….were…”
“I’m a lesbian, and so is she. Does that surprise you.”
“It does kind of,” Anne replied. “I mean, it doesn’t bother and I’m not judging, but you two seem so…”
“We seem straight right?” Patricia smiled. “Not all lesbians are butch and wear leather jackets. I consider myself to be as normal as the next woman, but I’m attracted to other women, and I see men only as friends.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to imply that all lesbians were butch. You just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“I didn’t mean to sound condescending to you either. The truth is, if I go to a gay bar, most of the lesbians there think I’m straight. I guess I don’t give off lesbian vibes, which actually makes it harder for me to date because only men ask me out.”