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For what it’s worth, I don’t like Bitch Lab, I don’t read her, I don’t think she’s very bright, and I think the main thing she piggybacked on recently was a comment thread to a post she didn’t author. Nice appropriation, that.
So: Don’t like Bitch Lab? Join the club, and don’t read her. Read the women she rips off instead. They’re better.
So: Don’t like Bitch Lab? Join the club, and don’t read her. Read the women she rips off instead. They’re better.
08-17-2006
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[...] We’ve been tagged for a book meme, which should be fun and a convenient way to see if McBoing is still alive. It’s about that time of the month where a customer service rep starts to hear all kinds of zany things, so maybe we’d hear from him even if I didn’t actively attempt to pry him from hiding. [...]
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Carrol Cox makes a good point about important books being not necessarily the ones you remember, their being ones that have stirred you one way because you saw in there something that you’d been looking for, something which other readers might think very secondary to the book.
Tagged eh?
I’m on it.
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What’s up B? Love the blog’s new tagline (Is it new or did I not see it before?). It makes me chuckle. I’m of the mind these days that, hey, I was BORN a feminist motherfuckers, which leaves me to wondering who the all these pretenders to the throne are. Kiss MY ring, all you hypercritical bitches!
Here are my books:
Ones that woke me the fuck up: Autobiography of Malcolm and Ghandi, and the Peculiar Institution
Books that scared the ever living shit out of me: The Bell Jar (read it when I was like 11–heh, thus the advantage of being No. 4 child: no one knows what you read and no one cares) and Pet Sematary
My favorite book that was completely DESTROYED in my mind by the made-for-TV-movie: Her Eyes Were Watching God. I swear, it’s the only book I’ve read two or three times and now I sort of dislike it thanks to that crapfest movie.
Most favorite writer: Toni Morrison
Book that helps me be a better parent: A Good Enough Parent
Book that made me decide to move to NYC: Edie: An American Biography
Book that most bugged the shit out of me and I don’t know why: Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Recent book that I liked even though i was warned repeatedly that it sucked: DaVinci Code. Hey, it was a page turner and I liked the overall message.
I dont’ agree with Cox, btw. I’ve always read whatever and I have pretty distinct memories of stuff I read as a kid cause we didn’t have kids books/no one read to us in our house. We just read what was passed to us or what we sought out ourselves. So when I was young I read everything from Jonathan Livingston Seagull (which confused the shit out of me) and my Dad’s Eye of the Needle-type books to essays in my Mom’s Ladies Home Jouirnal. When I did finally read X’s book sometime in my mid-20s, it actually did change the way I viewed the world.
Dude, I’m writing my damn novel! Although I’m very flattered–okay, okay, my narcissism is standing up and poking me in the butt, ouch. I’ll think about it, and I’ll consult with my girlfriend Miss Patsy–I mean Karma June. yrs, dharmadyke
Wow- you really did that up!!!!!
I’m a lazy one with the memes, but you seriously made an art of it. This’ll drive you crazy, but I’m tagging you from now on!
Completed!
I had a hard time posting the blame thing, though, because Blogger’s turned on friggin’ word verification, meaning that I have to type in whatever word shows up before I can post :P They seem to think I’m a spam blog, the assholes. I had word verification on for comments, myself, because I was tired of spambots, so this all seems ironic.
[...] We’ve been tagged for a book meme, which should be fun and a convenient way to see if McBoing is still alive. It’s about that time of the month where a customer service rep starts to hear all kinds of zany things, so maybe we’d hear from him even if I didn’t actively attempt to pry him from hiding. [...]
Yeah, I never get the “what book would you have on a desert island?” question… I mean, I do- and I’ll read a book twice and sometimes more if it’s been a long while… but to read the same book over and over again until you either die or get rescued… just seems like torture, no matter how good it is.
There was something in their struggle that reminded me of the struggle of a community against economic depression. it wasn’t exactly as I experienced things, it was so much different. But there was something there — passion? giving a shit? an investment? a stake? Where body and soul and mind mattered? I do not know what it was.
But it was something that made sense to me. Something that spoke to me in a way — inspired. gave hope. gave a sense of mastery. and purpose.
Ah, BitchLab, I’ve been gone for only a week and it’s clear I have seriously missed your writing. Yes, In spite of all the shit, there is beauty and it is right there waiting for us to recognize it.
In the end, giving a shit may be all that matters.
Already did it, B|L, here. Thanks for the nod, though.
yep, I already did it too… book meme
that was a little while ago, so now I’m reading something different: I’m switching between The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, and Selected Works of Virginia Woolf, of which I’ve started with A Room of One’s Own.
But, school just began again, so fiction will definitely be taking a back seat to academic reading: Discipline and Punish and The History of Sexuality, Vol. 1 by Michel Foucault and various Foucaultian feminist writings are on the slate for the next week or so for a paper due next Friday. I’m using Foucault’s framework of disciplinary power to discuss female genital cutting, and his knowledge/power framework to discuss development work aimed at ending FGC. Yeah!