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Saturday, April 5th, 2008
8:17 pm	Porn and witches I think I’d really like to study up on the history of pornography. Seeing as it’s a pretty big debate with people around me at the moment. I think everyone who reads my journal knows this already, but I’m anti-porn. Strongly so. I haven’t always been. I became so when I decided to figure out whether or not there was a valid reason for my sister, allecto, to be anti-porn. After studying up on the matter at my Uni, I decided there was. In many of the essays I read raped women claimed to have been raped by porn. Generally this was when they were raped by men who at the time or immediately previously had been reading/ watching porn. Many women do not believe that porn promotes the rape and destruction (i.e. violence against/ humiliation of/ murder) of women; many men do not believe it. And this is why I would love to explore the history of porn. I studied a subject on witches/ witchcraft/ demonology in the middle ages at Uni recently and in it I read that the wood-carvings of witches in this time were akin to the pornography of the time. At the time I didn’t think much of it. The wood-cuts were obviously pornographic but at the time the idea of what I know of porn now and what I know of porn then did not merge. Now that the debate seems to be coming up around me more often, it is beginning to. Even then, porn killed women. For being women. Witches were almost exclusively portrayed as women in the wood-cuts. They were very often naked. And even the wood-cuts that contained male witches reinforced the female theme by adding the witches’ tools. Cauldron, broom, fork, brush, mirror. Women’s tools. And the society of the time killed three female witches to every male witch (these were the statistics we were given, I am sceptical of the truth of them). As far as the murdered male witches went, there were often other factors involved (such as being a relative of a female “witch”, political reasons, a charge added to other charges such as homosexuality and bestiality). Even then, I am convinced, porn raped women. Joan of Arc was repeatedly threatened with rape to ensure a confession of witchcraft from her. The confession was given and then withdrawn – and there has been much speculation that she had been raped prior to her execution, based on an issue pertaining to her clothes. This could probably be more legitimate if I had the books I read during that course, but I don’t and if I waited to get them I’d be over writing this at all. But if anyone else can think of past examples of destructive porn, I’d be very interested. Current Mood: artistic Current Music: tori, lil earthquakes (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 21st, 2007
1:48 pm	Haven't posted for a while and figure I should again but don't have any more to say than I did the last time. I bought six books this week and am very grateful that I get a 30% discount. I've decided that I'm not allowed to buy books and not read them any more. So I'm slowly ploughing my way through the six I bought. Slowly because I've just gone full time and I do still want to write outside of my working hours. At the moment I only really want to read YA, so four of the six are. I bought The Tapestry Northern Lights by Phil Pullman The Foundling by D. M. Cornish Darkfall by Isabelle Carmody A Laura K. Hamilton book and I can't remember the last one. I'm not really expecting many of them to be good. Mostly I just like how quickly I can glide through them. After my Victorian Women Writers class I'm far too used to the Brontes and Austen. And I forgot to check which books were written by men before I bought them. I'm not particularly fond of most male writers. There are exceptions, of course (like Terry Pratchett and Henry James) but I generally find men dull. Anyway, that's it for now. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
7:42 pm	Work, Books, Rape and Women... I figure is finally time to write a new post. Eh... Am loving work. So much so that my workmates have started laughing at me for coming in during my non-working hours. They laugh at me a lot actually. Sometimes for trying to sell books to staff members, muchly for coming over all faint and dizzy when I was told our staff discount was 30 percent off, also for buying two 400 page long books and wandering in two days later to buy the third in the series despite having worked all of one of those days. It's getting me reading if nothing else, but my writing has waned. For the time being, I don't mind. Anyway, the series I'm reading is by Stephenie Meyer. I don't mind it despite glaringly obvious problems. At times it reads like a domestic violence fantasy, but I do like the basic idea and even the basic structure.I just think it should be written more carefully. MUCH more carefully. And the end of the third book really, really sucked. It didn't ring true at all. I hate that. Anyway, off that. I read an article today in That's Life of all places. That's not the point. I'd finished the third book and was looking for something to read with dinner. It's not like I bought it or anything. Anyway, point being, that in this article - it was about rape - it said that Queensland law prohibits identifying raped women. Even if the woman wants to be identified. I don't really know the legistics behind this - the reasons or even the exact law. Does anyone know more about it? I don't agree with the law at all. I think it's a way to silence women on a legal level. It's not a matter of slander either because it applies to women whose rapists have been convicted. I think that it would be explained away as protecting the victim's interests. I think that being identified should be the victim's choice, especially after she's had so much choice taken away already. I also think that if women began showing up with faces and stories and identities and speaking out as raped women it would bring more raped women foward. I suspect that this law is a way of ostracising raped women from each other, keeping them feeling like they are alone and supressing their rights. And I can't believe that that is an unconscious side effect of the law. I probably should have thought about this more but if I had I wouldn't have written at all. So, if I've missed something/ gotten something wrong feel free to comment. Current Mood: frustrated (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
8:03 pm	In which lots of stuff happens and I have to cut out loads.... I have a job. I guess that's one of the bigger things. At a bookstore. YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I get discounts. YAY YAY!!!!!!!!!!! It's all about the discounts. And dressing up for Halloween. I have also bought masking fluid recently and am very happy. My watercolours look PRETTY. I very nearly feel like a real artist. In other news, Dan's cousin, Sky is down/up from Dalby for the moment. She's a very sweet 15 year old who acts like a 20 year old. We dragged her to the city and to my old Uni today. Just for fun. She decided to try and get away with going into a sex shop and failed rather miserably. I don't much care for sex shops, I wanted to go to the comic book shops. I too failed rather miserably. Eh. HMMMM........... I don't so much know that I really want to write all that much tonight. So, I'll leave it at that and try in another four weeks or so.... Current Mood: blah (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 20th, 2007
1:24 pm	My weekend I have just had the most awesome weekend imaginable. The idea, at first was to kidnap my baby brother, grab Fats and drag them off to the Botanical Gardens to do some surreptitious drawing of the people present. The plans changed quite drastically. Not that that wouldn't have been awesome too, but mummy wanted to go coastal for Putt-Putt. I'm very fond of Putt-Putt so I twisted my plans just a little to include that on Saturday and drawing on Sunday. But then my sister, Mars, asked if I wanted to stay coastal with her bf at their friends' place. There was a band they liked playing. Or rather a band they stalked playing - seeing as they'd seen them the previous night already and had now followed them from Brissie to the coast to see them again. At the risk of being arrested for stalking I said "I'll go if Ez (my brother) goes." It seems he'd promised to go if I went. So we both went. My team at Putt-Putt (Me, Ez and Dan) kicked the other Team's asses. And I tied with Dan on the most points so he couldn't even get all superior. It was great. We sent the next half hour telling the loser team how much we rocked. We were not detered in the least by the fact that this team was made up of my mother, a 12 year old and someone who tends to cry when they lose. Then we went to the friends' place and after some perfunctory initial greetings we made them break out the alcohol. Once I learnt that there was in fact tequila present I complained loudly about every drink I was given until Mars demanded that I be given tequila shots. Mars rocks. There were some comments made about the alcoholim in my family by Matt, who is still utterly torn by the fact that every girl in my family so far has been able to drink him under the table, despite the fact that he's a good 190cm tall. We're keeping him away from allecto, 'cos we'd be lucky if she could drink a goldfish under the table and that would ruin our reputation, and return some of Matt's lost dignity to him. Anyhow, after I'd had about five drinks and seven tequila shots Matt started telling me happily that I'd be feeling that in the morning, and Mars cut off my drink supply, cruel thing. I tried to explain that having more body weight entitles one to drink more but they weren't convinced. So I started to sneak shots but Ez confiscated my bottle. Which was rude really. Then we headed out to the bar or whatever. I'd already said that we could just stay home and have more tequila, but this stalking thing seemed a little like obsession and after making that suggestion to Matt I felt like perhaps I ought to be afraid for my life. The bar was cool though. I sat down and drew the whole time. So did Ez, besides writing nasty notes to each other. Then I kicked Matt, and yelled at him for giving my drawings distasteful looks. Drawing drunk is great. The drawings come out crap, but you think they're good at the time, and you don't care about staring at people in order to draw them. I was staring at all sorts that you'd usually not, snogging couples, arses, whatever. It rocked. I must have seemed like I had some sort of devine right to stare too, 'cos I actually had some guy apologize when he had to move away and ruin my drawing of him. Then I got fan-boys. Yes, fan-boys. i.e. a little group of men who wanted me to draw them and kept dragging their friends over to get drawn. I gave them the drawings afterwards and got paid in snogs. Drinks might have been more welcome, but c'est la vie. Then we headed off again. Matt was happy 'cos he'd got to talk to his stalk obsession. Lee-Lee was too, I think, she might have snogged Matt's stalk obsession. Apparantly she has before. Anyway we were all happy when we got home. I had another tequila shot as nightcap and headed to bed. Oh, and Matt was so so wrong, I felt nothing in the morning, except well-rested. Current Mood: content Current Music: linkin park (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 17th, 2007
9:01 pm	dull stuff Ok, it's been more than a week, but whatever. I'm working on tonnes of stuff like avoiding exam study and a new slash (a real one with two boys and everything) and my mermaid painting and cleaning my room and improving my prose. Or rather, inserting prose at all. My mermaid is looking terrible. She looked ok, then I did some more and now her eyes look like Paris Hilton's... I'm also working on my reference folder, which is not fun considering I do not buy magazines. I have stooped to begging some off my baby sister. I find myself wanting to draw comics again. Anything creative and ongoing. I have my little sisters and brothers to pose now for anything too difficult so if I go ahead it may prove easier than last time. And I'm having tonnes of weird super-hero dreams too. So the material's already half there....Hmm, anyway, as usual I'm out of stuff to say. So, until next time... Current Mood: contemplative (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 30th, 2007
5:56 pm	Quick update. Have completed another exam. Think I did ok. And now I have to read Mrs. Dalloway for tomorrow. Started my painting too. Will be a mermaid. Not the Little Mermaid, but I think she'll have to have red hair. It's a contrast thing.Have found a Terry Pratchett play, now I must twist Fats' arm so she'll take me to see it. Something tells me I won't need to twist far..... Current Mood: blah (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
12:32 pm	Exams suck very much - too much to talk about.... I've just finished and exam, so obviously I currently look like something out of a B-Grade horror film. I'm in the library, typing and sniffling and - when I forget to swallow or get too tired or some such - drooling a little. The girl to my right has been inching away for a few minutes now. The girl to my left can't, poor thing. She's obstructed by a wall. Why am I torturing these poor, poor souls you ask? Because Certain Individuals have Threatened me with the indignity of a Kicking because I am a few measly days overdue for a post. And I know that this Certain Individual will do it too. And she doesn't live in Sydney like other Certain Individuals that I might otherwise also be in danger of. So, on the pain of a Kicking I am typing out an entry despite the terrible, soul-destroying pain of just having completed an exam. I DO HOPE CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS ARE HAPPY.... err... I didn't mean that to come out in caps but the caps lock button was pressed somehow and I am not retyping it. Besides, perhaps it was fate. The statement does suit caps, I think. Anyway, Hel and Draco is complete. Entirely complete. I wrote it while I was meant to be studying for said exam... Err, I mean during a study break. A short study break. Hmmm....the girl who was obstructed by a wall has just made a dash for freedom...she made it too...she left her things behind and everything.... Oh, well.... Anyway, poor allecto will not be able to read Hel and Draco for weeks; WEEKS, as I have exams and assignments and I'm busy, damn it. She'll read this post and she'll cry. She will. But, I'll call her tonight and say "allecto, I have finished Hel and Draco and there's LOADS of hotness but I cannot read it to you. I'm sorry, I have exams." Just in case she doesn't read this post, you see. How else will she KNOW she's missing out? Shatterworld is under way. YAY!!!! And it's very slashy. YAY!!!!YAY!!!!! Crisiant and Thriex are looking to be very into each other, and that didn't really happen the first time around. I think the attraction's more on Thriex's side personally. Perhaps it's just me. Anyhow, I think I've ranted enough.... Current Mood: exhausted (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 3rd, 2007
12:48 pm	It was my little sister’s birthday not too long ago. Within said birthday some fucked up, fucked up stuff happened which I won’t go into. The non-fucked up stuff that happened – no, wait this was still fucked up. It just wasn’t at the point of the fucked up, fucked up stuff. Anyway, the less fucked up occurrences happened in the conversations that were had at said party. Two men were present (largely – alright, entirely uninvited) they were 25 and 21 at a 17 year olds party. And they were the ones who started these conversations. 25 year old – What’s a one-eyed pirate? It’s when you fuck a girl, cum in her eye, kick her in the leg and watch as she limps after you screaming “ARRRGGG”. 25 year old – Have you heard of the rodeo position? During a fuck you lean close, say “Your sister is better” and try to stay on for two minutes. 21 year old then told the girls about spit-roasting. (Just think of a pig on a spit; where are the sticks? Now think of it in sexual terms with a woman. Yeah…..***vomit discreetly***) I think I must have temporarily suppressed these things in light of the Fucked Up things that happened later on. But where the hell do two men get off telling 16 and 17 year old girls shit like that? Like kids that are still experimenting with sexuality and trying to figure out how to view it etc. Or even not 17 year old girls? What? We’re meant to go, oh, look laugh at the funny he made about rape – or what will really amount to rape. Because, really, a woman trying to throw you off is a position now? Oh, wait, I forgot, it always has been…… Anyway this is my second one this week, so I don’t need to do one next week. Yay me. I could say more but it’s just too screwed up for this early in the day with no chocolate. Current Mood: crappy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
12:08 pm	Alright, my sister has told me that I need to post on LJ at least once a week so I’m going to try…..for about a week. As per usual I have nothing of any import to say, but as I have just read Villette, I am going to say it very prettily. Perfect Victorian era dialect. Well, almost perfect…… I am very unhappy that I have not updated my Hel and Draco het of late. It has been very naughty of me………Ooh, look, naughty – that is not a Villettesque word. That has come from my Joan of Arc reading. Now I sound like the Famous Five; their volumes abound with “naughtys”. I had a very funny conversation with a classmate today. I said; “I have a cold.” She said; “I hate that.” I said; “Yes.” That’s all. It was funnier at the time. You really had to be there. Hmm – mmm – hm – hm – hmm……. See? This is what comes of demanding an entry a week from a generally dull mind and a mind that is made more dull with a cold of sneezing proportions. And a mind, may I venture to add, that has just consumed Villette in a “I need this by tomorrow; YES all four hundred and sixty three pages of it!!!!!” frenzy. (And yes, I do know that numbers above ten ought to be typed in numeric…..errr…..type. But 463 looks not nearly so long as four hundred and sixty three. I was making a point.) Oh, look, and now I’m sneezing all over you. Don’t mind me. Oh, and I’m going to see Dylan Moran this weekend. I do hope that I don’t still have Villette on the brain. That would certainly result in some humiliating spectacle of me clapping mildly and deferring my opinion to the closest male…… That said, I don’t know that Joan of Arc would be a better influence. What with her declarations of “There is only one British supporter in Domremy, and with God’s grace I would gladly behead him” or some such…..Or is Moran not British….? Because if he’s Irish I ought to keep clear of the Famous Five as well…… I have decided that my life is far too dull. This means nought to you, excepting that you are compelled to put up with my dull life when it comes. Therefore, I have decided that my life ought to be spiced up a bit. Spicing up takes effort. I have thought long and hard about this (devoting at least two minutes to it during dinner and while Home and Away had abandoned me for an ad break). Therefore I have concocted a dashing plan (Please overlook my still evident Villette drawl). I shall spice up my online life to make myself appear to have an all-over spice effect. Very good, hein? I am not sure how I will accomplish this yet. Perhaps I shall tell you about my wonderful friends. I have wonderful friends. There, it’s working already. My cold HURTS….It gives me PAIN…. I mean, that MIGHT just be the thought of the assignment that I ought to be doing……No, I think it’s the cold. It makes me want to go to sleep and get a doctor’s certificate and not do my assignment. I’m saying very silly things so this could be temporary insanity. They can’t make you do assignments if you’re insane…..… If I had an attic, I would lock myself in it. Then all would be well……… Anyway, I will drag myself from the computer haven whence I am and to the toil of stupid Villette, which I loathe with ungodly passion. Bye bye. Current Mood: sick (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 28th, 2007
2:57 am	Hey everyone. I've recently spent two weeks in Sydney and have friended some of allecto and disenter's online friends and the combination has made me sort of want to post an entry but I have nothing to post. So basically I figure I'll just retell a story that my baby brother told me upon coming home. My sister has a boyfriend who is a chef, and he works with a girl who, some time ago, had her throat slit by her (now ex) boyfriend. He basically assumed that she was cheating on him because she had a night out with her friends and her attempt to contact him had failed. So, upon her return, he screamed at her, hit her repeatedly, kicked her, smashed her into a glass table and used the broken glass from said table to slit her throat. He assumed she was dead, which probably saved her life, and she escaped while he went to call his father. After calling her own father she fainted from blood loss and was picked up by an ambulance her father called. It makes me realise how often this sort of thing must happen. I had a friend whose step-mother was stabbed repeatedly by her now ex-husband. The only reason she didn't die was that the knife was too big to go between her ribs and only managed flesh wounds. My father packed guns into his car once, after he and my mother had seperated, intending to kill us. He also told my siblings when he had them for weekends that he had the right to kill our mother because she had left him. He, incidently, is a perfectly normal and socially acceptable man. He doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs of any sort, is well read, fluent in two languages and would by most be considered a better parent than our mum. My mother's ex live-in boyfriend once told us that he got rid of his guns because he was afraid for his wife's safety when he had gun access. A pastor that I know consistantly beats (as in with closed fists and kicking) his children for things like watching 'demonic' shows on TV (read Xena). I have at least one uncle who beats his partners, at least one who tortures/murders animals for entertainment and several who gay bash. I know these things and I don't know that many men. Aside from my family, I'm almost asocial. I don't know that many families. I don't think I really want to know any more. Current Mood: blank (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 1st, 2007
11:04 pm	Hey, Back again after a long and unexplained absence. I've finally started up my last stint of Uni, and so far it's looking fabulous. My courses are, 19th Century Women Writers, Looking at Art (Introduction to art), Literature, Struggle and Revolution, and Witchcraft and Demonology in Early Modern Europe. ALL of my lecturers are female, which I am astounded and delighted with. Two are definitely feminists (though perhaps not in quite the same way as me) and the other two are certainly showing signs of feminism. Disturbing facts that I've already gleaned from my first lectures: 1. Aboriginal art was not put into art galleries until the 1980's. If one wanted to study Aboriginal art prior to this one had to visit museums as the work wasn't considered art. 2. Before witches (generally female) there were magicians (generally male). Magicians tended to control demons and were not so much seen as a bad thing. Witches, on the other hand were controlled by the Devil, and that was the bad thing ('Cos you know, women can't control themselves at all). 3. About a quarter of women died in childbirth or directly after in the 19th Century. Many of the women who died after died due to blood poisoning that occurred when doctors came directly from a dead body to them without washing their hands. (There was probably some sort of corset problem in there too.) 4. The work load is gonna be MASSIVE!!! I'm half appalled and half ecstatic. I mean, I love study but I never do it. So, I'm hoping my resolve will hold this time. It's sort of good anyway, cos I 've been wanting to get some more reading in and this seems as good a way as any of doing it. Anyway, here's my reading list: 19th Century Woman Writers Mary and Maria Matilda - Mary Wollstonecraft/ Mary Shelley North and South - Elizabeth Gaskell (possibly the most passionate getting together scene I've ever read in a Victorian text) Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Anne Bronte (luv it) Villette - Charlotte Bronte (I actually much prefer this to Jane Eyre. I think it's stronger and more mature and far more entertaining. I love the characters.) Emma - Jane Austen Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf The Mill on the Floss - George Eliot The Yellow Wall-Paper - Charlotte Perkins Gilman (this one's available full text on the internet, it's quite mad, and a bit scary if thought of in a 19th Century sort of context. I don't think it's meant to be read this way but I thought it was quite empowering (but then I always think madness is - who wants to mess with a crazy person?)) A Jury of Her Peers - Susan Glaspell (also on the internet in full text. allecto, I demand you read this. I absolutely loved it. It just slots together so well for such a short piece.) Literature, Struggle and Revolution Germinal - Emile Zola The Jungle - Upton Sinclair The Workingman's Paradise - William Lane (this is Australian so, if you know it at all, disenter, I would really love to talk to you about it when I've read it. Hell, even if you don't know it, I'm sure you can give me background of some sort. Oh, and also available online - but it's much longer than the other two) Golden Notebook - Doris Lessing (ewwww!!!!) July's People - Nadine Gordimer And They Didn't Die - Lauretta Ngcobo I know next to nothing about my Literature, Struggle and Revolution course so that should be really fun. I know quite a bit about 19th Century Literature. And nothing about art or history. Luckily my art and witchcraft course seem to be interconnecting already. We're looking vaguely at the Napoleonic era in both. Anyway, all is good; I just wish my tutor wouldn't refer to Jane Austen as the greatest 19th Century female author..... Current Mood: bouncy (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 23rd, 2006
10:22 am	I've recently discovered an old second hand store near my place. Not a big deal in itself but the whole back wall is lined with cheapish books. I found two Mary Westmacott's and have never before stumbled across her second hand before. I didn't manage to find either of allecto's favourites (Absent in the Spring and The Rose and the Yew Tree) though. I found The Burden and Giant's Bread. Mummy has laid claim to both as she is very fond of Agatha Christie. I like Agatha Christie too, but I really didn't enjoy The Burden. I can't be sure but I think I hated it. I've read so much lately, I'm quite proud of myself. I read; The Burden (obviously)- yuck Hercule Poirot Investigates - cute and condescendingly slashy A Lamb to the Slaughter - ergh, I don't think I really enjoyed it Feminist Fairy Tales - interesting, more wicca fem than rad. fem The Mystery Club - absolute crap ALL the Teen Power Incs I got from the bookfair (and one from the library) Yay for me!! Seeing as I don't usually read one book in six months I'm VERY proud of myself. So far I'm attributing it all to the magic herbs Fatty bought me. Magic reading herbs. They make me very happy. Now I think I shall go find someting else to read... Current Mood: pleased (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 16th, 2006
12:20 pm	PRESENTS!!!!!!! I'm back after a long and unexplained online absence. I'm happy to say that after reading four Teen Power Inc.s back to back in one day I think I am finally overcoming my addiction. I'm coming to terms with it at least. I think those books remind me of what my writing was like a few years back and it's a style of writing that I desperately want to get back to. My sister can achieve the same sort of cute, happy dialogue in her writing (she's more intelligent and witty than Rhodda though) and therefore I'm also addicted to her writing. I made her write me a slash fic for my birthday and it was very yummy if not cutsy and funny (I don't know if I should insert a smiley face or a sad face here so I'll compromise :|). Anyhow, I got heaps of kewl presents for my birthday including: Books (one by Charlotte Bronte!) Pictures my little sibs drew for me A special slash fic A Tori Amos CD Clothes A special mummy breakfast AND a free trip to a naturopath YAY!!!!YAY!!! Spindle berry has not yet given me the cutsy little hobbit slash that I am sure she is writing me ;), but she'll no doubt have it done soon. Current Mood: content (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 30th, 2006
2:41 pm	QUOTES! YAY, QUOTES. AND I"M CURBING MY EXCLAIMATION MARK OBSESSION!!! I've been very naughty lately and my head has not at all been in a feminist place so I have not been writing. I don't intend to make up for that today, because I have nothing to write, but I will impress upon you my happy little quotes which, for various reasons I like. I know they're not anything new or in depth, but I DON'T care. Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got. —Janis Joplin Boadaceia: If you weigh well the strengths of our armies you will see that in this battle we must conquer or die. This is a woman's resolve. As for the men, they may live or be slaves Mistinguette: A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. That's the basic spelling that every woman ought to know. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu: I prefer liberty to chains of diamonds. YAY for happy quotes!!! (I have to limit my exclaimation marks in this post in case the grammar police...I mean Fatty's watching. But don't worry a!! you exclaimaphiles out there, I'!! sneak some !n w!thout anyone not!c!ng. YAY!!). Anyway, embarrassingly enough, I have become addicted to Emily Rodda's Teen Power Inc. And before any one says I've always been addicted to it I'll let you know I haven't! I WAS EXPERIMENTING! I COULD HAVE QUIT ANYTIME I WANTED TO! But now I can't, because now I am addicted. ....SIIIGGHHH.... Anyway, if anyone has spare copies of Teen Power Inc....... And now I'm feeling smothered and frustrated by my lack of ability to use exclaimation marks so I'!! have to go. Hopefully I'!! have something better than silly quotes and embarrasing addictions to rant about next time... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: video games do do doo, deh do do (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 11th, 2006
9:10 pm	Oh my goddess!!!! My sweet little, baby brother just bought X-men Legends 2!!!!! You know what this means, more all-nighters!!!!! YAY for x-men, BOO for all-nighters. Oh well..... (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 7th, 2006
11:57 am	All-nighters; Geek-style I have just pulled an all-nighter to play X-men Legends on X-box. It got me thinking, actually, this was probably one of my first all-nighters since the ones I pulled for my Uni assignments. I mean, how much of a geek am I really? Most people pull all-nighters to do something sophisticated or amazing. I pull all-nighters to write assignments or play X-box with my baby brother. SIGH... Anyway, as I'm sure you can tell, this post is not going to be in any way ingenius. I'll need more braincells for that. I don't even know what this post is going to be about yet. It's like a lucky dip post. A surprise for everyone, myself included! YAY!!! Now, I've been Jean Grey for almost 18 hours straight now, and I must admit that I am getting damn good at it. I've never really been fond of Jean, but she has cool hair in this game, and sometimes it all comes down to cool hair. I suppose it's our mutual feature. I have cool hair, she has cool hair and suddenly we mesh - or something. OK, I'll make my way out of the X-men talk now. Actually, perhaps I'll make my way out of the post now, my head is feeling strangely light. Not that it's unpleasant. I think I'll bask in it... Current Mood: lethargic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 17th, 2006
3:28 pm	Uuuhhhhmmmmm..... Ok, I think I've been suckered into a chain-letter thing. Whether or not it's worth it remains to be seen.... Anyhow, from what I've gathered, the basic idea here is that if you ask I need to fulfill the following; 1. I'll respond with something random I like about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book (or something . . .) reminds me of you. 3. I'll name something we should do together. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or at least, I'll try to). 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest/best memory of you. 6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you MUST post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people. Current Mood: curious (8 Comments |Comment on this)
3:08 pm	My first anonymous comment!!! Ooooohh! I've just recieved my very first ANONYMOUS comment. Most people would take this to mean that one of their friends had forgotten to log on, but not me. Oh no. I take it as a sign that people outside of my limited, but very wonderful friends circle, have taken an interest in me. In ME!!! No, I honestly am not that vain. What are you looking at me like that for? I'M NOT!!!! Ok, SOMETIMES in the morning because I look damned hot when I've just crawled out of bed with my hair mussed up and my nightie riding up my legs but that's ALL. STOP IT! IT IS!! Anyway, I'm not that vain. It's just that the comment rather offended me. I don't know, maybe it shouldn't have. It was: "Did you ask your friend how she would feel about you posting that?" In reply, I can only assume, to the fact that I had mentioned in my post that one of my friends had been raped. And maybe it was just that someone wanted background info on the matter. If it had been Fatty, I would have thought that, as she had known this friend too. But, as it was anonymous, I took it as an attack. It just seemed a dodgy thing to ask. There is no one in this world who does not know someone who has been raped. It's not an uncommon occurance. Do I ask my friends how they feel about me posting entries on the ways in which they are oppressed by patriarchy? Do they ask me how I feel when they post entries on men who treat us like we're incapable? Of course not. And why not? Because everyone realises that that's not OUR fault. But for some reason or other rape is still meant to be our fault. Whatever. If you're still getting so fucking nervy and jittery at the mention of rape maybe you ought to get out and talk about it some more. Get out and read about it more. Get out and think about it more. And stop expecting us to hide it. Current Mood: awake (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 14th, 2006
12:17 am	No subject: just rambling. I've run into masses of annoying things lately (not annoying for most mind you, just annoying for the feminist minded). Like why is it that almost every where I go females are an afterthought - I mean if they're a thought at all, but walk into an artstore and pick up a book on nudes and suddenly males don't exist? I mean I get four-hundred nude girls, to maybe one guy (if I'm lucky). It's like suddenly we exist but, oh yeah, we're naked. But that one doesn't even matter. That one's like a whatever in the scheme of annoying things. The one that really takes the cake is the Ph.D. professor, Warren Farrell's claims that men having power is a myth, in his book ingeniusly titled; "The Myth of Male Power". I didn't have the $25 to buy it so I just wandered around the book store with it for a good 45 minutes, trying to read all the relevant bits without looking like I was so much. I fully intend to buy and read the book at some stage, preferably second-hand so that I don't actually contribute to this guy's wealth, or ego. From what I gathered the book starts out with the author saying how he used to lecture at women's rights events, how women loved him/ his speeches, how he learnt to say what they "wanted to hear" (obviously all women like to hear lies, they don't have the capacity for the truth). He goes on to let us know that he admires the Women's movement, he realises that it has done remarkable things (stating here things that have only helped the betterment of both sexes, or of children, not of women alone) and then adds that he hopes that no one uses the book to undermine the Women's movement he so admires (i.e. the one that betters both sexes). And from there it seems to get worse. Farrell's arguments seem to be based on the fact that men go to war, breast cancer gets more funding than prostate cancer and men kill themselves more than women. Jesus fucking Christ, where was little Warren Farrell standing when God handed out the brains? Ok, men go to war, not women (even if this was strictly true, which I'm telling you, it's not) how is that an excuse to men's powerlessness? Do women not get killed in war? Do they not get raped? Are they the ones that make the decision to start a war? Are they the ones who make the decision to end the war? Where is their power in the fact that men go to war? Men kill themselves more than women, hmm, no surprise there. Women have far too many responsibilities to be given the luxury of killing themselves. My mum was suicidal two weeks ago but she has four kids at home and three kids out, it wasn't even an option. Men on the other hand, they walk out on their wives, they walk out on their kids, why shouldn't they walk out on life? I'm not even being nasty here. You can take a responsibility or you can shirk it. Men shirk, and shirk and shirk, and shirk, and soon enough they're alone with nothing to live for. I mean at one stage they were allowed to do that because women were prepared to take them on as a responsibility too. Women aren't so willing now (they're willing to put up with shitloads of crap but there's a line now, mostly (ok, sometimes)). So, women have adapted and men are dying because they haven't. Whatever, sort yourselves out, boys, we did/ are/ were. And then there's silly little Warren Farrell (who was standing behind the door when God handed out the brains) who goes on to say women (especially feminists) are afraid of admitting that men have no power because then they won't have the right to claim "victim power" or "entitlement power". I don't really know what entitlement power is, so I'll leave that one for smarter people. But victim power, yeah, I've got that one down pat. That's the one where you FORCE your powerless male friend/ brother/ partner to walk to the shops to buy you chocolate, refusing to go yourself on the pretext of "I'm a girl, I could get raped". Yeah, I like the power that comes with that. There's a chance though, you know just a chance, that I'd give ALL that power up if I could just...well, say, walk the streets after dark without fear of rape. Be able to sit in my own home during the day and not have the doors all firmly locked. Be able to sit in a library by myself, studying for my archeology assignment, without having a guy sit beside me, masturbating. Be able to have a bed upon which my friend (female) had not been raped violently by a man with a knife. A bed that until recently had borne the blood stains of said friend even though she co-operated. Yes, we like our victim power, Warry. But how about this? Stop raping us, stop hitting us, give us jobs equal to yours and we'll give up our victim power. Better still, let us rape YOU, let us hit YOU, let us give YOU jobs equal to ours and we'll give YOU our victim power! Yes! We'll give you ALL of it!! ALL of it!! Current Mood: depressed (19 Comments |Comment on this)