Hi. I'm Phelan Sadie. For seven years, I worked full time while also completing my PhD and I finally finished my PhD in December 2016. During that time, I enjoyed writing about some of my shenanigans, experiences, observations, and insights as a way to connect with other aspects of myself, especially my romantic life which is chock-full of nutty stories. Just when I think things can't get any more weird, life surprises me with more weirdness but it all seems normal to me. At first, I emailed some stories to friends and family, then a couple of friends suggested I start a blog. So, here I am. I've written these stories to the best of my recollection. Some of my stories are funny; some aren't. Some are sexually explicit; some are downright lame. Either way, I hope you appreciate or enjoy them.

About three years ago, I arrived at what I call the intersection of Fuck It Rd. and I Don't Give a Shit Ave. It's a crude way of saying that I've let go of outcome and a sense of absolute control over my life. That I have faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be (fuck it) and am being my authentic self despite judgments other people may make about me (I don't give a shit). It's a fantastic place to live, but sometimes my residency is threatened when my romantic life presents challenges. But, my foundation becomes more sturdy as I navigate each challenge. It's a journey rather than a destination, and I'm still human after all. 3/31/17

Monday, July 23, 2012

Penultimate Hoop Jumping Event

Despite my lack of a Man Friday, I successfully jumped through the penultimate academic hoop - the dissertation proposal defense - on Monday, July 16. In an oral examination, I fielded and deflected questions about my proposed Ph.D. research topic: the impact of registered sex offenders on neighborhood structure, processes, and crime. My committee was pleased with my performance so I'm a Ph.D. Candidate now! Wooo hoooo! If I was still working in my Ph.D. department, I'd even get a pay raise from a poverty level stipend to, well, another poverty level stipend. As it is, I work at the university in another department in a classified staff (union) position for which I will never receive a pay raise, but that's not really an issue since I don't plan to be here that long. 

 One week has passed and the excitement of becoming a Ph.D. Candidate has waned. I had several celebrations and yesterday I selected my post-Ph.D. travel destination: Greece. I have about one year's worth of work before I perform my final academic hoop jumping event - the dissertation defense - and earn my Ph.D. Then I get to go to Greece. So I'll reassert my request for a Man Friday. I'll get to Greece quicker if I have one.

 I had two simple criteria for my post-Ph.D. travel destination: 1) no arranged marriages and 2) located on the Mediterranean Sea. That narrowed my options. A lot. I heard rumors that Greek men fuck goats, but I'm sure it's a vast, sweeping generalization of one event to the entire population of Greek men. It would be like saying men from Enumclaw, Washington let horses fuck them when it was only one man who did that. But, hey, if Greek men do fuck goats and I don't see it then it doesn't exist, right? It's not like they'd marry the goats. Or would they? I hear Greek women are very independent, so maybe the goats are just more complaint when it comes to fulfilling the sexual needs of Greek men. Or it could be carried over from when Ancient Egyptian and Greek priests would have sex with goats (presumably an incarnation of the god of procreation) during in their rituals. In the Middle Ages, the goat became a symbol for the devil and witches on trial were allegedly forced to confess that they had sex with the devil in the form of an animal. Who knew? 

 Awwww...one of the Greek Islands...


http://bestsingletravel.com/images/Greece%20Mykonos.jpg

http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Travel/Pix/pictures/2008/03/18/mykonos.jpg 

http://www.ithakabound.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Greek-goats.jpg 

Bon voyage for now!
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