While I didn't work on the Bristol paper last night, I did get one third of the way through my Buffy/Angel essay. And it is tight and funny so far. But man, I've got a lot going on in there including Joyce's death, Wesley's masculinity, the terror that I'm Spike and the spectre of my own misogyny. Really, it's funnier than it sounds.
Last night bodlon linked me to The Open Source Order of the Golden Dawn, which, to be frank, I haven't checked out yet and many more of you may have specific opinions on. But at some point I have a lot to say about Mystery, elitism, "open source" as a code word for all sorts of things including misogyny, and, maybe, the OTO. That day is not today. That day probably isn't even this month.
The demise of New York Military Academy. The 400 military prep schools that once existed in the US now number merely 25. I remember ads for these things in the back of The New York Times Magazine section, near where the ads where for my arts summer camp, and I always worried a little bit that my parents would eventually decide I was awful enough to send me to one, but sometimes, I remember, I also wished they would.
That article makes me so irate, because it is going to play right into how my mother feels. I'm so sad, I don't know why my daughter won't talk to me, it's so cruel... Things don't occur in a void. All those comments about being suddenly surprised by an angry outburst or sudden break sound like bullshit to me.
I have debated telling my mother in exacting, excruciating detail why I don't talk to her - but what good would it do? She will never acknowledge the truth or make any attempt to stop doing what she does.
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Date: 2010-05-06 04:08 pm (UTC)I have debated telling my mother in exacting, excruciating detail why I don't talk to her - but what good would it do? She will never acknowledge the truth or make any attempt to stop doing what she does.