Thursday, 20 October 2011

This and that and some bits in between...

Aha! The long awaited post of stuff that is happening in my life has arrived. Sadly I have to inform you that the reason it has taken a while to get to this stage is because I have been waiting for something adventurous to happen in my life. However, it has become clear to me that my life is settling more and more deeply into monotony and I am resigning myself to the fact that I will be spending most of what remains of the year either closeted in the library reading articles in such scintillating topics as the history of the word culture and patriarchy in Palestinian politics, or in a puddle if exhaustion on my couch with my housemates watching such intellectually stimulating programming as Made in Chelsea, or Hollyoaks. Which actually, ironically, ties in with my reading about the word culture and the debate between high art and culture. See! My subject is relevant!
Where I would like to be spending my time
Where I am actually spending my time
Other than library and terrible TV time, I have been taking advantage of Orange wednesdays and my friends' generosity (we watched Melancholia and Midnight in Paris, in case you were wondering), joining the York Ultimate team, doing copious washing up for church lunches and doing vaguely important cricket-y type things.

In other news, yesterday, someone asked me where in America I was from, I really didn't think my accent was that bad...

Soap box time!

In my defence I don't often use my blog as a platform for conveying my opinions on anything, but I have a post in the works all about my thrilling adventures in the university of York library, and this rant has been building for a while...

(While reading the gumph below, it might be worth bearing in mind that it is my opinion, and possibly not entirely factually accurate...)

If you believe that women have the same mental facility for reason and logic as men, and should therefore be afforded the same political and educational opportunities, whether it be the chance to go to University or the right to vote, you are a feminist.

If you believe that women should be given the opportunity to choose to have a career or not, who or whether they marry, and when and if they have children, then you are a feminist.

If you believe that women have something more to offer the world than their bodies, and their ability to produce mini-bodies, and reducing women to a bunch of organs is probably both reductive and detrimental to society as a whole, then you are a feminist.

I honestly think that you can be pro-life or pro-choice and still be a feminist, I think you can be a Christian or an Atheist and still be a feminist, I think you can be a man or a woman or somewhere in between and be a feminist, I think you can be a Republican, a Conservative, or support the Monster Raving Lunatic Party and still be a feminist.

You can have opinions on every women's issue known to man or you not even be able to name one women's issue, you can plan to become a women's rights lawyer or a housewife, you can join real life groups, or facebook groups, or be outwardly ambivalent.

Basically what I'm trying to say you guys is that you don't have to be militant, or lesbian or any of those things that get associated with feminism to be a feminist, you just have to think that women deserve the same chances that men get.

Also, you can totally still be a feminist if you're secretly a little glad that the Doctor didn't regenerate as a woman. Geeze. 

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Las Vegas Night

It is Las Vegas Night tonight! It is odd to think that it's been a year since that blog post; I haven't seen anyone strutting around in their underwear for quite a while! Apparently a few people have been reading my blog because if you google "Las Vegas Night, Playboy and Mount Holyoke" I an what comes up. I find this quite amusing since I don't think my blog is particularly what people are looking for, especially since my last post was about socks... Sorry folks!

I have a question for you guys...

...what is it with socks? This is a serious question. I never seem to have enough of them, they never match and they almost always have holes in. It is a serious problem, which I don't know how to fix. In the mean time, if any one wants to get me presents, socks will be gratefully received...

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Getting in touch

Sorry I haven't posted recently but I've been busy reconnecting with old friends and my inner chav. Also doing some work I guess...
Pretty fly for some white girls in knitted cardigans...

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Adventures in jetlaggia.

I feel like I have been here before... I am very much awake at this joyous time of 5am. Guess I'm ending my Vietnam adventures the way I started them...

Straight from my subconscious.

While I was sleeping at a really uncomfortable angle in the plane from Doha to London I had the strangest dream, and I figured I would share it with you.

In my dream swans in ao dais cycled pas in V formation, one wing resting elegantly on the handle bars, the other tucked onto the seat, short black legs peddling away as their graceful bodies floated along. The sky was the colour of rice paddies in the sun, and waved gently in the wind, sending bright white piles of rice noodles scudding across its surface like clouds, each pile attended by a grandmother in bright floral pyjamas and a conical hat with dark red plastic chopsticks. Golden fried bananas flew by on rice paper wings like dragon flies. Trees stood planted with their leafy tops sin the soil, roots carved into intricate zodiac sculptures. The air was painted with translucent scenes from the Buddha's life. The wind smelled of pagoda, and when the sun had set into lines of freshly laundered monk's robes, constellations of lotus and frangipani flowers bloomed in the dark sky.

All of which proves one of two things; my dream world is like being on crack, or my subconscious knows it's going back. Or maybe both.