this is why you don't hear non-fandom posts from me often

[cynthia_arrow]

So, I'm having to compile the scariest bibliography of my graduate career (five or six hundred entries for my committee chair to choose like 100 from for my exams next spring), and I'm having to put D. H. Lawrence on it, because he's relevant to my dissertation. Completely an accident. I hate D. H. Lawrence like burning, like the burning of 1000 suns.

So, I knew these titles:

Lady Chatterley's Lover
Women in Love
Sons and Lovers

Yes, the man's obsessed with Love and Sex. Bullshit Freudian, Oedipal Sex, even. But then I see

The Escaped Cock

and it makes me giggle like a person who's been searching library catalogues online for the last four hours. (Because I am, I have been; searching catalogues, not "the escaped cock," that is, LOL.) Suddenly, these titles look so much dirtier to me:

Aaron's Rod
The Boy in the Bush
The Plumed Serpent

I'm pretty sure I've read about some "plumed serpents" in bad fanfic. Yes/yes?

Oh, shit. Just humor the bedraggled English major who needed badly to spam so she could have a mental break.

(And tell me why my Pandora is playing me a version of Credence Clearwater Revival's "Fortunate Son" as covered by...Bob Fucking Seger. I mean, what? Jesus, weird.)