Today's good intentions
Stayed home today with very good intentions: I had to study and prepare for my report in grad class tomorrow. Of course, before I was able to do that, I had to eat breakfast, brunch, merienda, half a block of chocolate, watch a movie, read parts of a book, clean my room and organize my stuff.
Hey, it's a theory class, and it usually takes me twice the amount of time to read and digest stuff.
The text was really just saying, "Hey, it doesn't mean that if a story is about a girl's confessions about her (sex) life it's automatically feminist. You got to look at who wrote the book, who put out the book and if they're making money off it like the evil capitalists that they are."
For some strange reason, while thinking of examples all I could think of was Carrie Bradshaw and how the author of the text would just frown at her and say that Carrie's a burgis bitch who doesn't symphatize with the cause because she opted to have her shoes and the man. Oh well.
Hey, it's a theory class, and it usually takes me twice the amount of time to read and digest stuff.
The text was really just saying, "Hey, it doesn't mean that if a story is about a girl's confessions about her (sex) life it's automatically feminist. You got to look at who wrote the book, who put out the book and if they're making money off it like the evil capitalists that they are."
For some strange reason, while thinking of examples all I could think of was Carrie Bradshaw and how the author of the text would just frown at her and say that Carrie's a burgis bitch who doesn't symphatize with the cause because she opted to have her shoes and the man. Oh well.