Dear Peter,
Yesterday your cousin had an unusually political day. Normally I confine my activism to calling Roger Ailes at home to let him know what I think of recent O.C. plot lines but yesterday I was all up in it. It was the first beautiful day we've had in forever, so naturally I spent the afternoon in a dark theater watching a controversial documentary about suicide. I liked it more than Stephen, who thought it was too repetitive. It is, but so is depression. Having sex with Jared Leto and running away with Angelina Jolie isn't part of the normal symptomology, and I have to give the filmmakers credit for not making depression look any less boring or banal than it is. Still, the movie never gets tedious, and I found it really effective and sort of lovely, actually. Also, the filmmakers get about ten thousand points for not using that Third Eye Blind song about stepping back from that ledge my friend. Remember when the Real World kids used it in that cheesy anti-suicide PSA? It was fun to watch them act all glum.
After the movie I went to the immigration rally, and only partly because I thought there might be fried dough vendors (there were not). It was exciting and moving, though. Everyone wore white. It looked like a P.Diddy party. In the Mission all the taquerias were closed and I had a May Day dinner of red licorice in solidarity.
Viva la revolucion,
Jenny
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