Random Sleepy Thoughts
Jan. 31st, 2007 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobet1) Why did I not discover Johnny Cash's music until he was already dead?
2) Y'know all those people who sit in lectures texting on their phones under the desk? Or who are always standing in the most inconvenient spot in a traffic pattern and chatting? Or talking too loud on their cell on the streetcar?
Who are they talking to?
How many people a day really need to be communicated with every waking second and updated on your whereabouts? Really?
3) I wonder sometimes if what's termed "politically correct" or just generally sensitive language does much to eradicate the attitudes behind those speech acts. This was brought home today when I was with a friend on the ground floor of the library, discussing a girl in the class we'd had just then who seems to have the whole garden centre worth of entitlement gnomes. Said friend referred to it loudly (as is her wont) and casually as the "rich Jew-bitch entitlement". Said friend can technically say that, since she's Jewish. I can sort of technically say that too, if I wanted to split hairs that way. It didn't stop me from turning red and stiffening and thinking wrong wrong not allowed.
Ten minutes later, I was forced to admit to myself that this is precisely what I'd been thinking. I was just phrasing it in less confrontational terms.
4) There is a $12,000 fountain pen on Fountain Pen Hospital.
(Never mind you what I was doing drooling at the contents of Fountain Pen Hospital.)
I won't ask what one needs a $12,000 pen for. I know what it's for: conspicuous consumption. What I do wonder is how far this could be applied. Gold-plated $10k Q-tips? Toiletpaper made from the handcrafted woven hair of small blonde American baby girls (most precious commodity on Earth, as we know)? Suppositories made from those beans your mother warned you would cause children to Starve In Africa if you didn't finish them?
I mean, I had a reading for Patriarchy class this week which discussed the way the female body's been slowly bared over the past 150 years, in the process confusing taboo with sexiness, and asked where we'll go next.
Where do we go after the $12,000 fountain pen?
5) Someone on my friendslist made a very thoughtful (locked, so we're not IDing anybody) post about their relationship with their spouse and relationships in general, where the fear of one partner suddenly finding the other boring or unattractive was mentioned.
I wonder how many of us have this, and why, and where it came from. It seems to be everywhere, even in the most secure relationships. Where'd we all get the idea that we're uninteresting and sooner or later everyone'll clue in?
6) And as m'dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ringwoodcomics would say, there is no sixth thing.
2) Y'know all those people who sit in lectures texting on their phones under the desk? Or who are always standing in the most inconvenient spot in a traffic pattern and chatting? Or talking too loud on their cell on the streetcar?
Who are they talking to?
How many people a day really need to be communicated with every waking second and updated on your whereabouts? Really?
3) I wonder sometimes if what's termed "politically correct" or just generally sensitive language does much to eradicate the attitudes behind those speech acts. This was brought home today when I was with a friend on the ground floor of the library, discussing a girl in the class we'd had just then who seems to have the whole garden centre worth of entitlement gnomes. Said friend referred to it loudly (as is her wont) and casually as the "rich Jew-bitch entitlement". Said friend can technically say that, since she's Jewish. I can sort of technically say that too, if I wanted to split hairs that way. It didn't stop me from turning red and stiffening and thinking wrong wrong not allowed.
Ten minutes later, I was forced to admit to myself that this is precisely what I'd been thinking. I was just phrasing it in less confrontational terms.
4) There is a $12,000 fountain pen on Fountain Pen Hospital.
(Never mind you what I was doing drooling at the contents of Fountain Pen Hospital.)
I won't ask what one needs a $12,000 pen for. I know what it's for: conspicuous consumption. What I do wonder is how far this could be applied. Gold-plated $10k Q-tips? Toiletpaper made from the handcrafted woven hair of small blonde American baby girls (most precious commodity on Earth, as we know)? Suppositories made from those beans your mother warned you would cause children to Starve In Africa if you didn't finish them?
I mean, I had a reading for Patriarchy class this week which discussed the way the female body's been slowly bared over the past 150 years, in the process confusing taboo with sexiness, and asked where we'll go next.
Where do we go after the $12,000 fountain pen?
5) Someone on my friendslist made a very thoughtful (locked, so we're not IDing anybody) post about their relationship with their spouse and relationships in general, where the fear of one partner suddenly finding the other boring or unattractive was mentioned.
I wonder how many of us have this, and why, and where it came from. It seems to be everywhere, even in the most secure relationships. Where'd we all get the idea that we're uninteresting and sooner or later everyone'll clue in?
6) And as m'dear
ringwoodcomics would say, there is no sixth thing.
