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annundrielUm. I was totally going to post something, but now having opened the window I can't remember what it was. Huh.
This weekend is going to try and kick my ass assignment-wise. I have a lab write-up due Monday, an English paper due Thursday, and a proposal for my final Philosophy paper. Then I have to continue reading Foucault and re-read Rassales. Plus English Society in the 18th Century.
Speaking of which, last night at work I was reading English Society... and I came across this:
"Lady Bristol, who married at the age of nineteen in 1695, bore a son in 1696, a daughter in 1697, a son in January 1699, another in December of the same year and yet another in 1701. She miscarried triplets in the same year, produced a son and a daughter in April 1703 and a stillborn son in 1704. Between 1706 and 1710 she bore three more sons and two daughters, and she had sons in 1712 and 1713, and daughters in 1715 and 1716. At thirty-nine she had had her last pregnancy, having produced twenty children, few of whom lived to grow up (27)."
Holy shit. I mean...whoa. Reminded me of Family Guy where Peter's looking to go out on a date with one of his old girlfriends and he finds one and she's got a baby at each breast and while she's standing at the door, another baby just drops out of her. I think there was a bit like this in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life (which I still haven't seen all of).
That's taking staying at home to make babies to a completely different level.
I could use Julia's *favorite* phrase ;) and say that, as a woman I'm appalled, but I won't. Instead I'll say that as a person I'm appalled by the "childbirth treadmill" of the 18th century.
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Random SGA missing is going on over here. (Also random SG-1 slash craving. Jack and Daniel, they sneak up on me.) Anyway, been seeing a lot of pics of Joe Flanigan around lately and my god could he be prettier? Or dorkier? I don't think so. There's been some girly flailing going on over here. Guh. I would watch bad movies on Lifetime just for him! With his previously floppy hair.
There was one on this last weekend and he was making out with Becky from Full House. With his floppy hair. (Hee!) I'd watch some of that and then I'd flip over to SciFi to see David Hewlett in, um, that one with Shiri Appleby and Q from ST:TNG. Darklight? Something like that. Unfortunately he'd already been killed or turned into a monster or whatever happened. Sad. But it was fun flipping back and forth when JF wasn't on the screen.
I'm getting to the point where I'm desperate to write something. I haven't written anything original for pleasure in, well, forever. Nothing more than a line or two in my Astronomy notes since my computer crashed during the summer. And I'm just itching to sit down and write something, not long, and finish it. But I have zero inspiration. I need inspiration! I need something to get me writing! I'm going to go crazy with lack of creativity.
Somebody save me!
Crap, now that song's stuck in my head. Thanks, Smallville.
Nip/Tuck Night! Yea!
This weekend is going to try and kick my ass assignment-wise. I have a lab write-up due Monday, an English paper due Thursday, and a proposal for my final Philosophy paper. Then I have to continue reading Foucault and re-read Rassales. Plus English Society in the 18th Century.
Speaking of which, last night at work I was reading English Society... and I came across this:
"Lady Bristol, who married at the age of nineteen in 1695, bore a son in 1696, a daughter in 1697, a son in January 1699, another in December of the same year and yet another in 1701. She miscarried triplets in the same year, produced a son and a daughter in April 1703 and a stillborn son in 1704. Between 1706 and 1710 she bore three more sons and two daughters, and she had sons in 1712 and 1713, and daughters in 1715 and 1716. At thirty-nine she had had her last pregnancy, having produced twenty children, few of whom lived to grow up (27)."
Holy shit. I mean...whoa. Reminded me of Family Guy where Peter's looking to go out on a date with one of his old girlfriends and he finds one and she's got a baby at each breast and while she's standing at the door, another baby just drops out of her. I think there was a bit like this in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life (which I still haven't seen all of).
That's taking staying at home to make babies to a completely different level.
I could use Julia's *favorite* phrase ;) and say that, as a woman I'm appalled, but I won't. Instead I'll say that as a person I'm appalled by the "childbirth treadmill" of the 18th century.
*
Random SGA missing is going on over here. (Also random SG-1 slash craving. Jack and Daniel, they sneak up on me.) Anyway, been seeing a lot of pics of Joe Flanigan around lately and my god could he be prettier? Or dorkier? I don't think so. There's been some girly flailing going on over here. Guh. I would watch bad movies on Lifetime just for him! With his previously floppy hair.
There was one on this last weekend and he was making out with Becky from Full House. With his floppy hair. (Hee!) I'd watch some of that and then I'd flip over to SciFi to see David Hewlett in, um, that one with Shiri Appleby and Q from ST:TNG. Darklight? Something like that. Unfortunately he'd already been killed or turned into a monster or whatever happened. Sad. But it was fun flipping back and forth when JF wasn't on the screen.
I'm getting to the point where I'm desperate to write something. I haven't written anything original for pleasure in, well, forever. Nothing more than a line or two in my Astronomy notes since my computer crashed during the summer. And I'm just itching to sit down and write something, not long, and finish it. But I have zero inspiration. I need inspiration! I need something to get me writing! I'm going to go crazy with lack of creativity.
Somebody save me!
Crap, now that song's stuck in my head. Thanks, Smallville.
Nip/Tuck Night! Yea!
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Date: 2005-11-02 03:40 am (UTC)There is a part in The Meaning of Life that is similar to it. It's pretty much a poor Irish Catholic family singing "Every Sperm Counts" and there are a billion kids in the room.
We have a paper due on Thursday? I am le screwed.
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Date: 2005-11-02 09:04 am (UTC)As a woman, I think we should begin every major thought of a discussion, not every sentence because that would be tedius, with "as a woman." Even in every day life. As women, this would really get our point across about who we are.
Riiiight. Save us from the crazy feminists. The non-crazy ones are fine.
I knew there was a part with a billion kids! But it's been *years* since I saw anything other than the salmon mousse bit.
Not this Thursday! Thursday the, um, 11? On Burney and Wollstonecraft. You're not screwed. I'm just unclear in my posting. I'll fix that.