Home to a light snack of linkspam
Given that it had been raining drearily and relentlessly all day and showed no signs of stopping, I bailed on the walk and took an earlier train.
However, I did get in my steam-room and plunge, and a whoosh in the hydro bath (they have now fixed the hydro pump, yay).
It was always pretty much intended to be about the rest and the relaxation and that kind of thing rather than getting strenuous with the exercisey stuff, and pretty much met that target.
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Dept of, they pretty much speak for me:
Lucy Mangan on rows:
If and when someone starts shouting at me... I shut up. I stay silent and wait for the whole thing to play out and peace to descend once more.
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My non-arguers and I, outwardly mute, inwardly mutinous, say nothing because we literally cannot. We are no more able to express our feelings than a Downton Abbey script editor can blush.
For some, anger seems to clarify thoughts and fuel the scaling of new heights of eloquence and rhetoric. Others, however, choke on the emotional fog. Angry words stick in my throat. I could probably write them down, but even I understand that asking if I could send my adversary an email later would probably only aggravate the situation.
So like one. Though I do wonder if this means that it goes on being upsetting much longer than it does to to the person who actually yelled and vented.
Stories that refuse pat endings;
[G]ive me a well written and well thought out ambigous ending over a cheap, obvious "defined" ending any day of the week.
Dept of, the article is quite right, but could have done with not replicating the Orwell misogynistic cliche about condescending Ladies Bountiful.
That term hardly describes the Fabian Women's Group and the investigation that led to the publication of Round About A Pound A Week (1913), and while I concede that Margery Spring-Rice was at least upper-middle, her Working-Class Wives (1939) is not about lady bountifulness but the need for state intervention. Who were, in fact, the people going out and giving advice on better eating? They were often aware of the constraints on what women could feed their families, not just cost but things such as lack of cooking facilities or storage. They might have been working class themselves (Women's Cooperative Guild, e.g.) or professionals such as health visitors, who were very politicised about the conditions under which mothers laboured, and themselves were working women, even if ones with some kind of professional qualification. They knew what they were talking about, not just in terms of the nutritional ideas of the time but the conditions under which families were fed.
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