The good thing about my books is that most of them have been in boxes for.... five years? I'm bad with time, since we removed the contents of my room to paint it, and I haven't missed most of them, so they're more painless to get rid of. The main problem is the *new* books I irrationally persist in buying. (I want Seanan McGuire to be able to feed her cats! But uh she has six books out so far and I own all of them and there's another one in two months and three more next year....)
At least I can sell my Piers Anthony without remorse, now that I've tried to reread Xanth and been utterly horrified at what a douche he is and how I never noticed before. (I don't think I even got all the way through the first book, which contains the horrible horrible rape trial ([TW] "I presume she would have fled him at the outset, had she disliked him--and that he would not have forced her if she trusted him. In a small community like this, people get to know each other very well, and there are few actual surprises. This is not conclusive, but it strongly suggests she had no strong aversion to contact with him, and may have tempted him with consequence she later regretted. I would probably, were this case to come up in formal court, find the man not guilty of the charge, by virtue of reasonable doubt." EW PIERS ANTHONY WHAT THE FUCK.) and the line "Bink felt sorry for his opposite. How could she avoid being seductive? She was a creature constructed for no other visible purpose than ra---than love." Ugh ugh ugh.
Neither of the yarns are actually ugly on their own, but held together they are truly ghastly. I showed my dad what mum had picked and his reaction was "...well, at least nobody will steal it?"
I don't even fuck with gender roles, I have hip-length hair and wear basically exclusively skirts and dresses since I gave up on pants a couple years ago for never fitting. And I dropped out of high school and intend to become a housewife. I feel vaguely like Feminism's Worst Nightmare, an impression not discouraged by certain Feministe commenters. (I do not read Feministe anymore.) The only checkmarks I really skip are religion, makeup, babies, and straightness. :P Hell, I even have nail polish on right now, though that's mostly a PRETTY COLOURS ARE FUN!
(I convinced my mum to give me a pixie cut when I was five. It looked horrible on me and I've been growing my hair out since. I like my hair.)
Gender roles are weird.
You know what else is weird? AGING. I turn twenty in wtf less than two months what the hell. My mum turns sixty next year. The daughter of one of my cousins is in high school and I remember when she was four. AGING IS SO WEIRD.
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Date: 2011-07-30 04:06 am (UTC)At least I can sell my Piers Anthony without remorse, now that I've tried to reread Xanth and been utterly horrified at what a douche he is and how I never noticed before. (I don't think I even got all the way through the first book, which contains the horrible horrible rape trial ([TW] "I presume she would have fled him at the outset, had she disliked him--and that he would not have forced her if she trusted him. In a small community like this, people get to know each other very well, and there are few actual surprises. This is not conclusive, but it strongly suggests she had no strong aversion to contact with him, and may have tempted him with consequence she later regretted. I would probably, were this case to come up in formal court, find the man not guilty of the charge, by virtue of reasonable doubt." EW PIERS ANTHONY WHAT THE FUCK.) and the line "Bink felt sorry for his opposite. How could she avoid being seductive? She was a creature constructed for no other visible purpose than ra---than love." Ugh ugh ugh.
Neither of the yarns are actually ugly on their own, but held together they are truly ghastly. I showed my dad what mum had picked and his reaction was "...well, at least nobody will steal it?"
I don't even fuck with gender roles, I have hip-length hair and wear basically exclusively skirts and dresses since I gave up on pants a couple years ago for never fitting. And I dropped out of high school and intend to become a housewife. I feel vaguely like Feminism's Worst Nightmare, an impression not discouraged by certain Feministe commenters. (I do not read Feministe anymore.) The only checkmarks I really skip are religion, makeup, babies, and straightness. :P Hell, I even have nail polish on right now, though that's mostly a PRETTY COLOURS ARE FUN!
(I convinced my mum to give me a pixie cut when I was five. It looked horrible on me and I've been growing my hair out since. I like my hair.)
Gender roles are weird.
You know what else is weird? AGING. I turn twenty in wtf less than two months what the hell. My mum turns sixty next year. The daughter of one of my cousins is in high school and I remember when she was four. AGING IS SO WEIRD.