It rained a couple of minutes ago, so I figure the apocalypse is upon us. Better get my random thoughts down on paper (sic) before everything blows up.
I've been hanging out over at reddit, the atheist-socialist alternative to bookface, lately. The culture of the site is driven by its primary demographic, twenty-something male computer geeks -- lots of fart jokes and college-level philosophizing. However, there's also a growing community of radical feminists on the site. I kind of like some parts of radical feminism -- the concept of patriarchy, in particular, strikes me as a more useful way of looking at the history of female oppression than "men suck." Unfortunately, however, in the common parlance, radical feminism seems to have become shorthand for man-hating, so you can probably guess how it goes down with the twenty-something male computer geeks. It's like the goddamn internet Wild West over there most of the time. Highly entertaining.
In other news, I don't have pernicious anemia, I touched the floor yesterday without bending my legs (for the first time in exactly six months), and a sequel to Nine Days has begun to percolate around up in the old lobes. The Agent has had Nine Days for a little over two weeks now -- he's reading it as a favor, so I have to keep reminding myself that it's probably at the bottom of his pile. Otherwise I start thinking it's going to get published and make me a millionaire, and I don't need that kind of disappointment. My little seester, the inspiration for Julia Kalas, read it last week and liked it. I know family members don't count, but it's nice to have the blessing of my protag's namesake.
I've been hanging out over at reddit, the atheist-socialist alternative to bookface, lately. The culture of the site is driven by its primary demographic, twenty-something male computer geeks -- lots of fart jokes and college-level philosophizing. However, there's also a growing community of radical feminists on the site. I kind of like some parts of radical feminism -- the concept of patriarchy, in particular, strikes me as a more useful way of looking at the history of female oppression than "men suck." Unfortunately, however, in the common parlance, radical feminism seems to have become shorthand for man-hating, so you can probably guess how it goes down with the twenty-something male computer geeks. It's like the goddamn internet Wild West over there most of the time. Highly entertaining.
In other news, I don't have pernicious anemia, I touched the floor yesterday without bending my legs (for the first time in exactly six months), and a sequel to Nine Days has begun to percolate around up in the old lobes. The Agent has had Nine Days for a little over two weeks now -- he's reading it as a favor, so I have to keep reminding myself that it's probably at the bottom of his pile. Otherwise I start thinking it's going to get published and make me a millionaire, and I don't need that kind of disappointment. My little seester, the inspiration for Julia Kalas, read it last week and liked it. I know family members don't count, but it's nice to have the blessing of my protag's namesake.
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