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Whee. I've not been around much at all. And I have tabs open dating back to October 29th. At this point, I feel like any comment is a bit superfluous, but I also feel bad about not responding. Hm.
Due South Sekrit Santa is going okay, I think. I have optimism and a couple pages. The cranky_zen exchange is still... percolating.
I have made/bought most of my christmas gifts. This is shockingly early, so I must be forgetting -- oh, Hades. The ones that need to be mailed the furthest. note to self: check if mrswolfwood will be in US for hols; if not, need direct address due to size. Oh, and cards! Ha, and I thought I was mostly done.
It is cold, and I don't want to go to work today. /o\
I am still reading Emperor of Maladies, though I paused to read the book club book in the middle. I found that book, essentially a chick lit book as expected, unexpectedly frustrating. I read a lot of chick lit, actually, and one of my all time favorite books lands solidly in the chick lit category -- Brichoux's Coffee and Kung fu. I think it's partly because I like coming-of-age stories, and a lot of chick lit deals with a secondary coming-of-age, with women who are already adults (to varying degrees), but who either don't know who they are or who are in the process of redefining themselves. I think this book wanted, in part, to tell that sort of story. (I think the author bit off more than she could chew in trying to play with the meaning of identity and fate v free will, but basically, I think she was aiming for the redefining self story.) But she chose to start with a character type whom I just... ugh.
Speaking generally, there is a Character with whom I have absolutely no patience and who is running rampant through the category. This character's most notable -- almost defining -- characteristic is that she is incredibly superficial. I understand wanting to look good. Seriously, I do, and I miss having my sister in the house to double check my fashion choices for me. But the sheer amount of time this character type spends thinking about 1) clothes and accessories particularly This Season's Accessory, 2) make-up or being caught without it, 3) those extra __ pounds, and 4) other peoples' possible opinions on any of the previous makes me want to tear my hair out. More, it makes me want to go around to other women, asking/demanding "please tell me you don't think like this!"
This particular iteration of the character was transported to another time and culture -- one that she supposedly has SOME prior knowledge of -- and yet she spends an inordinate amount of time worrying about how there's OMG NO MAKE-UP available and also no baths and she might possibly smell a little. I'd have been fine with these complaints/worries if they'd occurred only at the beginning of the book, but no. The lack of make-up is a constant concern, even though she is surrounded by other people also not wearing make-up. And seriously, there were more important things to be concerned about. Like the plot or the other characters. Or some self-reflection that didn't rely on the mirror.
It is employee appreciation week, and I have acquired more Bujold. \o/
So, what's new with you?
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Due South Sekrit Santa is going okay, I think. I have optimism and a couple pages. The cranky_zen exchange is still... percolating.
I have made/bought most of my christmas gifts. This is shockingly early, so I must be forgetting -- oh, Hades. The ones that need to be mailed the furthest. note to self: check if mrswolfwood will be in US for hols; if not, need direct address due to size. Oh, and cards! Ha, and I thought I was mostly done.
It is cold, and I don't want to go to work today. /o\
I am still reading Emperor of Maladies, though I paused to read the book club book in the middle. I found that book, essentially a chick lit book as expected, unexpectedly frustrating. I read a lot of chick lit, actually, and one of my all time favorite books lands solidly in the chick lit category -- Brichoux's Coffee and Kung fu. I think it's partly because I like coming-of-age stories, and a lot of chick lit deals with a secondary coming-of-age, with women who are already adults (to varying degrees), but who either don't know who they are or who are in the process of redefining themselves. I think this book wanted, in part, to tell that sort of story. (I think the author bit off more than she could chew in trying to play with the meaning of identity and fate v free will, but basically, I think she was aiming for the redefining self story.) But she chose to start with a character type whom I just... ugh.
Speaking generally, there is a Character with whom I have absolutely no patience and who is running rampant through the category. This character's most notable -- almost defining -- characteristic is that she is incredibly superficial. I understand wanting to look good. Seriously, I do, and I miss having my sister in the house to double check my fashion choices for me. But the sheer amount of time this character type spends thinking about 1) clothes and accessories particularly This Season's Accessory, 2) make-up or being caught without it, 3) those extra __ pounds, and 4) other peoples' possible opinions on any of the previous makes me want to tear my hair out. More, it makes me want to go around to other women, asking/demanding "please tell me you don't think like this!"
This particular iteration of the character was transported to another time and culture -- one that she supposedly has SOME prior knowledge of -- and yet she spends an inordinate amount of time worrying about how there's OMG NO MAKE-UP available and also no baths and she might possibly smell a little. I'd have been fine with these complaints/worries if they'd occurred only at the beginning of the book, but no. The lack of make-up is a constant concern, even though she is surrounded by other people also not wearing make-up. And seriously, there were more important things to be concerned about. Like the plot or the other characters. Or some self-reflection that didn't rely on the mirror.
It is employee appreciation week, and I have acquired more Bujold. \o/
So, what's new with you?
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