I was at a Creative Mornings Oakland event yesterday, and they had this plastic tub of chubby little dwarf rabbits for participants to hold onto during the session. “It’s Bunny Friday, today,” a too cheerful woman shouted at me over the syncopating beats of the opening bars of “Ice Ice Baby,” which shook the room without irony. She hands me a bunny. I grab it without comment and go to my seat.
I whispered to the dreaming brown-and-white balloon in my lap, his tiny ears twitching ever so slightly. “They don’t have bunnies in grad school.”