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Ha! You probably didn't think this post would ever be written, but here I am, proving all of you wrong! Way back (in April, actually) I wrote this paper about what I called "demancipation in literature", by way of which I wanted to prove that there was a kind of regression in female emancipation and that we are living in a rape culture, and that this would become apparent in comparing a 19th century novel - Jane Eyre - with a 21st century novel - Hush, Hush.


Also, if anybody would like to read the paper (From Emancipation to Demancipation? - A Contrasting Analysis of the Portrayal of Women in Jane Eyre and Hush, Hush), just drop me a note and I'm happy to provide!

I'm sorry if this post is a bit rambly, it's late and I probably should have gone to bed instead of writing this, since school starts again tomorrow, but I wanted to get this done before the next school year starts, so. :D

* Han and Lal were talking about Hush, Hush on twitter earlier, which turned out like this...


(Shut up, all capslocks conversations are awesome. But you see, this was too good for me to pass up.)
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Hello! I've been rather silent these past few weeks, but that is because they have been pretty awesome. Because I have magically found people who are exactly my kind of crazy and I love them like mad and we've been having a lot of fun. <3

Two weeks ago, I was invited to two birthdays (people usually don't see that much of me on weekends), one of which was spent ordering Chinese (and eating unholy amounts of it) and playing Singstar, at which I always do exceedingly bad, but it's masses of fun anyway! At the next party, we ate tacos with chili con carne, and I successfully managed to break my taco at once, which led to awkward eating, so I limited myself to French loaf afterwards. :D After dinner, we proceeded to watch 3-Day Weekend, a film that dazzled us with considerable lack of plot, and there definitely wasn't enough gay sex to make up for it. So then we watched two episodes of Glee, Journey to Regionals and Theatricality from season 1, and I'm pretty sure at least half of the people present didn't really like it, which makes me sad because let's be honest, Theatricality is one of the best Glee episodes ever! :(

On Monday (which was one day late for the birthday!), Watercolors arrived and three of us resolved to meet up again to watch it, hoping for more plot and/or gay sex than there was in 3-Day Weekend. It was actually not that bad. It's about Danny, the misunderstood bullied artist type, and Carter, a swimming prodigy, who don't have anything in common, but when Danny's mum has to babysit Carter because his father is away on a business trip, Carter acts as Danny's inspiring new model and they start falling in love. And whoop, schmoopy romance ensues! (Undying love one week into the relationship!) But it's a secret schmoopy romance and it's actually all very tragic. And I now want Tye Olson to play Peeta in The Hunger Games because Tye Olson owns my heart and Peeta owns my heart also, and it would be perfect.

And after that film night, we decided to establish this as a tradition, and met up again last night to watch Pirates of the Carribean. First, we watched part of a Glee concert, bouncing along on the sofa and squeeing over Chris Colfer a lot. Then we popped the second PotC film into the DVD player, and that is about all I remember because half an hour into the film we just started talking and never stopped. And I don't think I've ever known people in real life with whom I could just talk about anything that comes to mind because finding true friends is kind of finding a fairytale true love, and it's difficult when you like so much stuff noone else seems to like because you can't just go clicking on lj interests or anything, because this is not the internet. But now I have found my fairytale friends (only it's a very twisted fairytale; but it's good). And next week we're going to watch Inception or (500) Days of Summer or Kiss Kiss Bang Bang or anything comparably awesome (which is kind of a waste because we're going to talk over it again anyway :D).

In other news, amazon is taking the piss out of me and being generally annoying with their standardised e-mails because, fuck them, this is not a problem which can be solved by reading the faqs. I don't want to have to call them. :/ But on the up-side, lots of stuff I can use for my termpaper are headed my way, and I'm hoping for it to arrive sometime this week because I am so excited to go through it all and read it. Especially Transforming a Rape Culture, and Jane Eyre - Early Soap Opera or Feminist Novel?. Or that feminist magazine I ordered. Or all of it, really. Eeeee. :D

Tiny paragraph of Glee Spoilers. [Sexy & Original Song] )
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May be triggering to victims of rape/sexual assault.

Back when I was in tenth grade, I had this biology teacher, let's call her Mrs. B, who used to tell a lot of far-fetched yet funny stories. Whenever a question was asked, you could be sure a story would come with the answer. One day when we were talking about Down's Syndrome, someone asked whether women with Down's Syndrome could get pregnant, and Mrs. B said that she knew for a fact it was possible because the daughter of a friend of a friend had Down's Syndrome and born a baby.

That girl used to live with her mother, and every afternoon her mother let her sit on the veranda for a bit, enjoying the sun and being generally happy. They had workers around, and one day, the girl waved at the workers in her general state of happiness which they... "misinterpreted". Long story short, the girl was raped by at least one of the workers and got pregnant.

I was not consciously feminist back then, but this story really really irked me. It was just so wrong because a) Mrs. B made it sound as though that innocent girl initiated the rape (which, uh, just no), and b) she told the story as if it were all a great joke. Needless to say, some people found this oh so hilarious. I turned around to tell the boys in the back row that the girl was raped, and that it was really no laughing matter. They made some disparaging comment, probably about me being a stuck-up bitch or something, and just kept laughing. When I got home that day, I was literally seething. To this day, I wish I had talked back to those boys. To this day, I wish I would have raised my hand and called Mrs. B out on it, told her that rape was no laughing matter, no matter the circumstances.

I think that this was actually one of the first experiences which made me realise the necessity of feminism, and of speaking up. I regret that I did not speak up then, but it's not too late to speak up in hundreds of other cases like this one, and it's actually due to you, f-list, that I am now confident enough to do so, and know how to voice my thoughts. Thank you, awesome feminist friends!

Happy 100th International Women's Day. Celebrate yourself. Celebrate the awesome that are women. :)
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People, the paper-writing has suddenly turned into something very real! I have turned in the form to register my paper with the school. The next four weeks will be spent putting together a list of the sources I want to use (when will I go to the uni library, dammit?) and outlining and structuring my paper. It's the first time in my life I'm writing something this big and it's kind of scary. But for now, I'm really happy because look, I have a title!

From Emancipation to Demancipation? - A Contrasting Analysis of the Portrayal of Women in Jane Eyre and Hush, Hush

I feel like I have some sort of feminist responsibility to write something really good and I so hope that I can do this subject justice. Someone actually asked me today why I was doing my  paper since I don't really need something to boost my marks (except that I want to be one of these people who are crazy good and I can't do that without a reaaaally really good mark for my paper). And I still don't get it why someone would do this cartload of work if they don't actually love what they're doing. I really really love what I've chosen to do, and I hope that even if it doesn't make a difference for my marks in the end, I'll be glad to have done it. (Otherwise, wouldn't it just be incredibly frustrating? Like having to reread Hush, Hush over and over? Oh wait-)
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Best opportunity for nicking stuff: when the calendars are sent back to the publishers. Because, as it is, you don't have to send back the whole calendar; it's usually enough if you tear off the first page and send that back, but the publishers all have different conditions for that anyway. Basically, I've been having a lot of fun today tearing calendars apart (even though I had to do all the Twilight calendars, but oh, the satisfaction), but then I stumbled across the one with quotes about women and couldn't help but flit through it. (Shouldn't have, I know that now.)

I wasn't able to find the exact quote on the internet, but I found a similar one.

"I don't call myself a feminist because feminism has a negative connotation. It makes you think of women who don't shave their legs."
(Sarah Michelle Gellar)
I mean WHAT THE FUCK. How can you even think you're a feminist when you are spouting sentences such as this one? Isn't feminism all about fighting these stupid stereotypes? And what kind of world are we living in anyway where people automatically associate feminists with women who don't shave their legs? (AND ANYWAY, that should be totally okay with anyone because women are allowed to come in all kinds, JUST LIKE MEN ARE, and when a woman doesn't feel like shaving her legs, well, WHY IS THAT A CRIME? I'm sick and tired of people saying how disgusting or ugly it is.) Well, Sarah Michelle Gellar, it's now partly your fault, since you insist so much upon the stereotype. I think it's UGLY that she thinks there is a need to clarify she is not one of these women. It makes her anything but a feminist.

Ugh. I'm still so outraged. I am not ashamed of saying out loud that I am a feminist, and if that makes people assume that my legs are not shaved, so be it. MAYBE THEY AREN'T, EVEN. But that's not the point. The point is that it should be okay, really.

/feminist rage
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... but I am always one for arriving late to the party! 

Soo, in 2011, I resolve to...

  1. be more eloquent.
  2. be more interesting.
  3. read more books.
  4. read more fanfiction.
  5. blog less. (I KNOW, what kind of resolution is that? But I couldn't take the posting pressure I put on myself anymore, you know, and I was dumping a lot of stupid babbling on your heads all the time anyway.)
  6. procrastinate less. (HOW DO #4, #5 AND #6 EVEN GO TOGETHER?)
  7. be a good feminist.
  8. earn some money. (How though. HOW. I'm actually thinking of selling a few of my books. :/)
  9. find a new favourite mug and not break it.
They all sound so feasible, don't you think? :D (Apart from #9. I broke one just today. Hmph.)

By the by, I have also made an introductory post! Lots of unnecessary information about me, for free! (Won't this scare potential new lj friends away? Why yes, it probably will. I am not very good at being more eloquent and interesting yet!)
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Hush, Hush. A book which is on the New York Times Bestseller List. A book which is read by huge amounts of young girls. And a book which teaches us that we can't just say no to someone harassing us because it would be impolite.

Frankly, this book was even worse than I had thought. It had me cringing in agony, snorting at the ridiculous, and groaning in exasperation. I am actually impressed that it spawned such a wide range of reactions from me when the one that would be most justified is flinging it against a wall. Anyway, let's get the good points over with quickly. It was a quick read. There, that's that.

In fact, the writing wasn't so bad either. )


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