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pennie_dreadful) wrote2008-07-23 08:58 am
pennie_dreadful) wrote2008-07-23 08:58 am
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My bag broke! The strap just came right off. My messenger bag has become my signature accessory. I am know as the girl with the long hair who carries a huge black bag everywhere and it's broken! Beyond repair, this time. I mean, it's broken before, and I just fixed it (safety pins), but the fabric is so ripped up I can't anymore. I would have replaced it but I just have not found another that is satisfactory. My poor, poor bag. It will be missed.
Also I must share this story with you. As you are all aware, I have cats. They are my love, my pride and joy, my constant companions. They sleep in the bed with me most nights. Well, last night they ganged up on my feet, and I had nowhere to put them. So I gently insinuated my feet inbetween them, not intending that they had to jump off the bed, mind you, just scoot over, you brats! Well they got all huffy and jumped off anyway. Last night, at one a.m., I woke up. I had no reason to wake up, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. As I stretched, my feet encounted a cold, wet substance. I immediately came awake, all thoughts of returning to sleep banished. They didn't! They wouldn't! were the thoughts racing through my mind. I sat up, turned on the lamp, and there, on the foot of my bed, was a wad of puke. I could still see vaguely cat food shaped chunks in it. Needless to say Oz and Tob were nowhere to be seen, although I thought I could hear a faint snickering from under the bed.
And that's a perfect segue for this little tirade. I am still working on the sex rant (really it's not properly a rant anymore, since I am doing a bit of research, it's more of a ... well what is it?)
We are all familiar with the cliche in literature and films that "The hero always gets the girl". Yes? Well, even in books where the hero is the girl, she has to be "gotten" by a hero. I R&Red a book a while back, Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin. I was very impressed by it. I was planning on getting the sequel. But you know how sometimes publishers will print sneak peeks of forthcoming books in the last several pages? Usually I don't bother with those, but I was bored and read this one. And the main character, who I was able to identify with so well, (really she was probably one of my favorite fictional characters) is married and has a baby at the start of book 2. GAAHHH! Why? That was exactly the reason I liked her so much! Because in the first book she didn't have time for that crap! And please, don't think I'm against marriage or having children, it's just not something I want (and have never wanted, even when I was a little girl). It seems that no matter how strong and independent a female character is, it always Always ALWAYS ends up being a theme, that you can't ever be happy without a man in your life. Okay, you've had your outing in The Man's World, now go back to the kitchen and raise babies. It fucking PISSES ME OFF. And it was written by a woman! For once, I'd like to read about a female character who is strong, intellegent, witty, but still feminine (which is not the same as "sexy") and NOT have her end up in a committed relationship with "the one".
Also I must share this story with you. As you are all aware, I have cats. They are my love, my pride and joy, my constant companions. They sleep in the bed with me most nights. Well, last night they ganged up on my feet, and I had nowhere to put them. So I gently insinuated my feet inbetween them, not intending that they had to jump off the bed, mind you, just scoot over, you brats! Well they got all huffy and jumped off anyway. Last night, at one a.m., I woke up. I had no reason to wake up, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. As I stretched, my feet encounted a cold, wet substance. I immediately came awake, all thoughts of returning to sleep banished. They didn't! They wouldn't! were the thoughts racing through my mind. I sat up, turned on the lamp, and there, on the foot of my bed, was a wad of puke. I could still see vaguely cat food shaped chunks in it. Needless to say Oz and Tob were nowhere to be seen, although I thought I could hear a faint snickering from under the bed.
And that's a perfect segue for this little tirade. I am still working on the sex rant (really it's not properly a rant anymore, since I am doing a bit of research, it's more of a ... well what is it?)
We are all familiar with the cliche in literature and films that "The hero always gets the girl". Yes? Well, even in books where the hero is the girl, she has to be "gotten" by a hero. I R&Red a book a while back, Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin. I was very impressed by it. I was planning on getting the sequel. But you know how sometimes publishers will print sneak peeks of forthcoming books in the last several pages? Usually I don't bother with those, but I was bored and read this one. And the main character, who I was able to identify with so well, (really she was probably one of my favorite fictional characters) is married and has a baby at the start of book 2. GAAHHH! Why? That was exactly the reason I liked her so much! Because in the first book she didn't have time for that crap! And please, don't think I'm against marriage or having children, it's just not something I want (and have never wanted, even when I was a little girl). It seems that no matter how strong and independent a female character is, it always Always ALWAYS ends up being a theme, that you can't ever be happy without a man in your life. Okay, you've had your outing in The Man's World, now go back to the kitchen and raise babies. It fucking PISSES ME OFF. And it was written by a woman! For once, I'd like to read about a female character who is strong, intellegent, witty, but still feminine (which is not the same as "sexy") and NOT have her end up in a committed relationship with "the one".
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