Wei Jiangling

Last March, I read an article about ways to make extra money, and something stuck out to me. Namely, I spent part of my undergraduate career as a fine arts minor, and suddenly wasn't sure why it had never occurred to me to be in those classes on the other side - and I immediately sent emails to every local gallery I could find with classes that might need a model. Since then, I've gone from doing that maybe once a month to reliably at least two times a week.

So after a year has passed, I think it's time for me to share with you all about the mostly glamorous, sometimes painful, and often bizarre experience of being a nude art model.

( more under cut )

Ever have one of those days where basically everything is disappointing? ...yeah.

Alright, so my therapist (who I communicate with via online chatboxes and it's lovely) just set me off by wondering why I don't have a traditional job, and I like how I worded all of this, so I'm putting it here in case I need an easy reference to hand to an older person with good intentions in the future. Feel free to consider it an article for that purpose if you want.

( tl;dr yes, there are reasons )


In other news, it's been an interesting couple days. I tried to make a web account for my health care stuff yesterday, which involved calling a credit company to verify my identity, at which point I was informed that I was deceased. Today, I called the Social Security Administration to ask them why they think I'm dead and what I should do about it. Turns out I'm not dead in their system, and it's all on Experian's side. So... that's good, at least, that the SSA correctly thinks I'm alive. Now I just have to figure out how to correct it with Experian and I should be good to go. Interesting times.

If I'm alive according to the SSA and dead according to Experian, does that make me Schrodinger's cat?

[edit] Schrodinger's cat typoed their SSN and amazingly going back and doing the form all over again without a typo fixed the whole thing. This could all have been solved if the person on the phone the first time had double checked that with me rather than sending me on a wild goose chase through phone trees. Amazing.