There's a reason I'm not a feminist
I'm not doing my seminar work for today. Well, I might give in and do half of it, but I'm going on strike for the rest. The stories he gave us to read were utterly pointless and I don't even know where his questions about them came from, let alone what the answers are. Plus, questions like "Is the story concerned to interrogate traditional gender roles?" have only one effect, which is to make my brain run screaming in the opposite direction. I do not care about "forging a female identity". It's all a load of codswallop.
Anyway, I'm back from a lovely week at home, spent clearing out the attic. When you find receipts for books you bought five years ago, you know you have a hoarding problem. A lot of it went in the bin, all the paper got recycled and the rest of it went to the charity shop. I never understood spring-cleaning before, but I do feel better for having got rid of so much stuff. (Of course, I wouldn't have done it if Dad hadn't been getting the men in to do the loft insulation and the cavity wall and we hadn't needed to clear out the attic...) I didn't spend all my time tidying, though - I cooked a meal for me, Mum, Kevin and my grandparents on Mothers' Day, which was nice. Mass catering makes a pleasant change from cooking for one! And somehow, using only lemons, I managed to concoct something that tasted exactly like marmalade... an intriguing result, but incredibly tasty! I was using a tablespoon to taste it to make sure I'd got the sugar content right...
The Writing Project meeting yesterday was productive as well, apart from incredibly smug tutor man not listening to me and making such wonderful comments as "I find it interesting you chose to write entirely in free verse" when he's looking at a 60-line poem written in rhyme and metre. Bah. But now I know that it doesn't need to be bound, and how I have to set it out, and that I'm on the right track, which is generally good. Just got to write the rest of it now. Ha!
Anyway, I'm back from a lovely week at home, spent clearing out the attic. When you find receipts for books you bought five years ago, you know you have a hoarding problem. A lot of it went in the bin, all the paper got recycled and the rest of it went to the charity shop. I never understood spring-cleaning before, but I do feel better for having got rid of so much stuff. (Of course, I wouldn't have done it if Dad hadn't been getting the men in to do the loft insulation and the cavity wall and we hadn't needed to clear out the attic...) I didn't spend all my time tidying, though - I cooked a meal for me, Mum, Kevin and my grandparents on Mothers' Day, which was nice. Mass catering makes a pleasant change from cooking for one! And somehow, using only lemons, I managed to concoct something that tasted exactly like marmalade... an intriguing result, but incredibly tasty! I was using a tablespoon to taste it to make sure I'd got the sugar content right...
The Writing Project meeting yesterday was productive as well, apart from incredibly smug tutor man not listening to me and making such wonderful comments as "I find it interesting you chose to write entirely in free verse" when he's looking at a 60-line poem written in rhyme and metre. Bah. But now I know that it doesn't need to be bound, and how I have to set it out, and that I'm on the right track, which is generally good. Just got to write the rest of it now. Ha!