This clip prompted me to cry out, "Its little hoggy face!" I am not ashamed.
Now how did I find that? Oh, right,
feministe to
tigtog to
Helen. I added
feministe to my flist after somebody linked it - can't recall who. Now I am randomly clicking through links to a variety of feminist blogs/posts such as
this, this, and
this. I am still undecided on the matter of the serial comma. It makes more sense, in many ways, but it's just not how I learned to do things.
Fortuitously, a book I ordered (after following a link in a comment on feministe) a few days ago arrived yesterday - Quirkyalone: A Manifesto For Uncompromising Romantics by Sasha Cagen. Essentially, "I would rather be alone than date just for the sake of dating." It's quite entertaining; not all of it resonates with me, but so what? It doesn't have to.
Wow. I hadn't realised how much it had been affecting me, having that not-done essay hanging over me; but feeling like I ought to be writing that just stopped me from writing anything else, which isn't exactly good for my mental health. But now I'm a Dip, and I'm ba-ack!