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Uses of the Copula! (part 1, because damned if I'm going to get through all of this today)
-- To classify individuals as members of a set the copula preceds an indefinite noun or phrase which names the class and functions in place of a verb. The subject comes last. Subject pronouns are not the usual forms, but rather forms without the initial s. If the subject is a noun or noun phrase, a pronoun of matching gender and number precedes it in some dialects.
Is siopa é sin. That is a shop.
Is dochtúir í. She is a doctor.
Is múinteoir (é) Séamas. Seamas is a teacher.
Is múinteoirí (iad) mo thuismitheoirí. My parents are teachers.
Is leabhar maith (é) Cré na Cille. Cré na Cille is a good book.
-- When the predicate noun is modified, as in the last example, the order of noun and adjective can be switched, placing a definite article between them. This has the effect of shifting the emphasis to the description (it is assumed that we know Cré na Cille is a book; the speaker is focusing on its quality).
Is maith an leabhar é Cré na Cille. Cré na Cille is a good book.
Is maith an ceoltóir é Máirtín. Máirtín is a good musician.
Is deas an bhean í Áine. Áine is a nice woman.
This usage is most frequent with adjectives expressing evaluations.
-- In other sentences, is links two nouns or phrases with specific reference (names, pronouns, nouns with a possessor or definite article) and signals that the two phrases refer to the same individual.
Is mise Caitlin. I (myself) am Caitlin.
An tusa bean an tí? Are you (yourself) the landlady?
Is é Tómas mo dheartháir. Tómas is my brother.
Is í Bríd an bhanaltra. Bríd is the nurse.
Only a pronoun can immediately follow the equational copula. Any noun following is must be preceded by a simple pronoun of matching gender and number, as above. The extra pronoun adds no meaning, it is only a grammatical requirement.
Would someone please explain to me why buying bras is a trial akin to the kinds of quests that involve dragons, rings, and cups? Out of the four or five bras I have bought in the last year to replace the ones that were finally giving up the ghost and snapping in the elastic and underwire (which is a whole other complaint because OW), two fit surprisingly well after the initial breaking in period of WHY AM I LUMPY EVERYWHERE, two are decent fitting from the get go but involve surprise!nipple poppage when I bend over for any length of time, so, not for yoga then, one is... I don't even know what it's doing. Never buying a DKNY bra again. And I haven't dared yet try the strapless bras because what the fucking hell. I have, however, noted down the type of bra that did fit surprisingly well after the initial breaking in period. Fuckit, I'll wear those on the weekend and break them in when I'm staggering around the house in sweats and no one can see me adjust myself, and then I'll have a decent pack of bras that fit and some for more revealing dresses and some just to go "oh fine I will wear you because it is laundry day but then you can fuck right off to the closet again."
Yes, women adjust themselves too. (For all the one, two of you who might be reading this going "eh?") No, I don't think women OR men should adjust themselves in public, it destroys the illusion that we have our shit together. I suspect men who do so just feel entitled to do so because they feel entitled to do every other bloody thing.
Ahem. This rant brought to you by not actually bras, but tights, which I tried on today and while one pair was, as per usual, "you have too much bulk to fit in me what the hell are you doing woman nothing tastes as good as skinny feels," the other pair was warm and just right! I may keep the other pair around, since tights are non-returnable and I don't know what else to do with it, and while I'm on the lowest edge of height if I do lose these last five pounds ish that I've been trying to for six or seven months I will be further into the upper edge of the tight size, so they might actually fit. They did fit right up to mid thigh! And then went nopity nope nope nopetopus.
Fucking bodies, man, I swear. On the plus side, this concludes my trying shit out for Portland, and now all I have to do is .... wait, does it? No, yes it does, okay. Now all I have to do is buy pantyhose before I fly. Or after I land. Either way. And if Portland in April turns out to be fucking freezing Mr. Bigglesworth, I have tights! Soft, warm tights. Mmmmm tights. Also I have socks if I feel like doing an Anime thing and socks and garters and zettai ryouiki.
And then I just put on purple eyeshadow (Wolf of the Nothing and All Love is Unrequited by Geek Chic) and now I look very purple and sparkly. Whee! I also successfully put on liquid eyeliner... okay, I tried liner pencil and didn't like that very much, so I tried liquid eyeliner and liked that a lot more. I suspect I could also manage the whole eyeshadow-wet-as-liner thing, but that'll be an experiment for a weekend when I'm not rushing out the door in the morning.
Yeah, this has been your irregular installment of Jag is actually occasionally a girly girl and talks about clothes and makeup. Despite not giving much thought to either her clothes or what little makeup she customarily wears, most of the time. She also sometimes talks about herself in the third person. Yes.