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I have a headache. I have reading to do. It's almost 2 a.m. I'm overdosing on race, sex, and gender. I have a presentation in tomorrow afternoon on a piece that Susan Okin wrote in 1989 in response to Rawls' book. It'll be brief. She pissed me off. She never defined "woman" or "gender" and she made blatant generalizations as to their roles, and in some cases lack thereof, in the construction of a nuclear family (because so many of them exist today). I'll give her this. But in her quest for the development of a "just" family (which I gathered from her argument means an economically equal arrangement between a man and a woman and their offspring), which she claims will be the only way to eradicate those strict gender roles that create unequal family systems, I was looking for the role that women of color play. Or single women of color. Or a household led by two women. Or two men even. I was talking to myself in the study lounge over the weekend while I was reading. I'm not gonna go into it. I went to Katharina's place last night in Harlem for dinner. It was good. Her roommate Yuki is from Japan and she cooked stew. It was good. And home-cooked so that made it so much better. Yuki is a doctoral student at CUNY Grad School. She's trying to prove Edith Wharton was a lesbian. Cool. She's funny. It snowed all day. It was strange, though, because none of it stuck. I took some pictures in Washington Square Park. I'll put them up later. And tonight, instead of having a Spanish lesson with Renata, I went to a place called Reservoir with Renata, Lorena, Brenda, and Marcella.