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[dragonlady7]

Via jonquil, a vid of Jude The Obscure in about five minutes, of the "condensed classics" school of thought. I mean, spoilers, but, dude. Inspired. And thank you for ensuring that I won't have to watch the movie.
Also:
HA HA HA HAAAAA it's so true! Hardy, you fucking emo prat! Did I have to do The Mayor of Casterbridge both at AP and at A-Levels? Yes I did. Did I also have to do a big paper on Tess of the D'urbervilles in college? Yes I did. Did I stand out in the snow and wail "LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW EMO CAN ONE GUY BE?" YES I DID. I mean, I mean, I mean AAAAARRGHHH Hardy, your pointless tragic endings and ridiculous plot twists, I mean ridiculous, they do not amuse me. Also thank Christ for the motherfucking Pill, have I said that enough? I have not, but I reiterate: thank you, Jesus, for hormonal contraceptives. Because premarital sex should not be a tragic thing. It should be all fun all the time, as God intended.


Do pardon me, I am in a rather profane mood this morning.

I am also struggling with the fact that a) I want to finish Barbarians Novel, I really really do, b) I want to dive in and write this new thing, and yet, c) I don't want to actually do any work at all. Bah.

On that note I am going to go grocery shopping, at least briefly.

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[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

I share your pain, and heartily second this notion:
It should be all fun all the time, as God intended.

Mmmm, contraceptives. But now I'm kicking myself: on my AP essay, I ought to have written a brilliant dissertation on how the world of classic literature would have been changed if contraceptives had been as accepted and available as they are now. Those people would have had to -- gasp -- come up with some other topic when they introduced female characters!

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

LOL.
Aeons ago the same jonquil who posted the link to the vid, above, posted a rumination upon traditional Scots ballads. With the advent of birth control, half their subject matter is gone.


O I wear my apron low
and no one knows with whom I go
Ne'er shall I wear my apron high
No one shall know with whom I lie

&c.

The tragic thing, of course, being how many girls out of sheer retardation still don't avail themselves of this*. But still.


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* The moral superiority I lose by consistently not getting around to availing myself of chemical birth control is more than made up by the fact that I've still figured out how not to have accidental babies, so I think I'm not in a glass house throwing stones.

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on that shaky moral authority thing. We got it down, so we can throw stones with impunity, albiet uncertain impunity. :)

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

However I admit to sort of harboring nostalgia for my carefree lesbian days of yore.
Let it never be said that I don't love the cock, but really... There are days they're more trouble than they're worth.

Although, I mean, chicks are crazy. But still. They don't require quite so much care in handling, from a purely medical standpoint.



I did make an entire busload of people laugh a couple days ago, when one guy was saying something about his wife, and then said something like, "Women! Just can't win, with them!" I was the only female on the bus, and I answered, "You know what? It's why I don't date 'em," and they all thought that was pretty funny, and I thought about saying, "I'm serious," but it would be a lie-- I don't date 'em because genitalia aren't my primary selecting factor in a mate and thus the one I've chosen happens to have an outie rather than an innie-- but that gets cumbersome to explain to total strangers, really.


(Actually the guy had just said something really amusing-- "Oh, I have two kids. And then I figured out what was causing it, so I put a stop to that, and my marriage has been pretty good ever since.")