Inspired by Dr. Scribblemoose, a post to stay in touch :D

[puddingcat]

Firstly: nannyo, meet lipstickcat. Possibly the only 2 people I know who will be able to sympathise about giving a ferret a pill.


Secondly: Did anyone *not* have a godawful day yesterday? Time seemed to stop at 11.30, nothing got done, nothing went noticeably wrong, and yet I came home wanting to destroy something.

So instead I did some sewing and went round to see dr_wez, ate chips & pizza (but drank fruit juice, so that's ok) and watched American Psycho. Er - yes. Now I've IMDBed it to find out what actually happened, I think I want to see it again and appreciate the humour without wondering "WTF?" every few minutes.

Oooh, and (thanks to daegaer, I've been watching RH Plus! That is how vampires should be. Well, apart from the never-explained eating real food and going out in daylight bits, obv. But they're all pretty and angsty, and pretty and they fight crime!, and are pretty. And there's biting. Mmm, biting.

I have two episodes left, and then it's back to Bleach and the godawful filler section. The things I do for Renji. Mmm, Renji. (I'm still looking for good, *long* fics...)

I'm off to Stockport tonight (boo hiss) to mow the lawn and sort through my mortgage docs and find out whether we're *actually* allowed to rent the houses in the Mews out. Several people *are* doing so, but one of the viewers that's been round wanted to have it in writing. Realistically, I think the house will be bought as a buy-to-let; all the feedback I've had has been "Too small".


More evidence that my cats actually belong in a cartoon: apparently Cleo was so eager to get back into the house this morning that she ran head first into the fridge. One day, I'll catch little tweeting bluebirds flying around her head.


I've also been finding several followup reactions to the train wreck of the OSBP, and finding that I'm actually starting to get interested in feminism. Not as a bra-burning, man-hating, giving-them-a-bad-name sort, but interested and righteously angry. Which is a definite change from previously being upset by all the fuss and Just Getting On With Things.

I still get worried that one of these Real Feminists will read something I've said and get cross with me, but then I worry about that in regard to everyone and everything. Still, surely wanting to learn is a good start, right? Even if it is rather late?

Comments

[nannyo.livejournal.com]

I think wanting to learn is a great step, and although people have commented that I'm a feminazi in the past, I actually think that the bra-burning, man-hating variety are rarer than might be supposed.

In fact, I think wanting to learn is what a lot of good stuff is about, and I am pro-learning and thinking! YES!

I want to know how to respond to my friend Jasper's response to my post, and I know that I want to, as he seems to MISS THE POINT quite a lot, but I also just am too tired for a fight about it. I get flustered, as it's so important to me, and that just serves to muddy the pitch. Maybe more reading will help, who knows.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

I'd never describe you as a feminazi, becasue you quite blatantly don't hate men :)

You do scare me sometimes, though. You get loud and shouty when you get excited, and even though it's not abusive it makes me want to run away & hide my head under a pillow. Perhaps that's where it comes from?

[nannyo.livejournal.com]

oh lovey, I'm so sorry that I scare you. I'll try to keep my voice down when I get excited. You are right though, I do get, um, enthusiastic. I hate the idea that I might be perceived as shouting at people, so will try harder, cos it is horrid to be shouted at, and I hate it when it happens to me.

I think partially it also comes from me being friends with certain types of men, men who think that there's no need for feminism at all, so I get particularly emphatic about that stuff too. So apologies for being shouty. Loff
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[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

It's mostly that I can't, can't, can't join in with shouty arguments, and yet I don't want to sit and nod & appear to be agreeing with everything, and so I run away. But if I try and argue back quietly, either I don't get heard At All, or *I* get shouted at as well because of the general level of excitement (not because people are getting cross with me and hate me, I Know This), and then I have to run away and wibble lots.

[nannyo.livejournal.com]

I do know how horrid it is, and will try to keep my voice lowered, cos it does make for a better environment when emotions aren't running so high. I do better when things are calmer too.

It's my general large dog type nature expressing itself, so I jump up on people, when I should just be sitting still, and then I might get a biscuit, if you see what I mean (holy run away euphemism)!