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I am making a great big mess of things. posted by Alleen at 8:12:13 PM
Stabbed himself. In the chest.
RIP Elliott Smith. posted by Alleen at 10:43:08 AM
For some reason, lately I've been hearing a lot of stuff about the tyranny of the bra...
It keeps popping up in conversation, I keep reading about it online, and, last weekend, I overheard an argument about it in the Paris metro.
I'm a little confused by some women's vehemence on the issue, as if all their lives, they'd been held back, and if only they'd gotten rid of the bra sooner, they could have achieved their full potential and become the artist/doctor/politician they'd always been meant to be. I mean, seriously. Are we just looking for something to blame here? If your bra itches and it's uncomfortable and it digs into the fleshy bits, then just stop wearing it (or invest in a better bra). Don't turn it into an act of rebellion against a patriarchal society that keeps good women down. Because frankly, thanks to all sorts of women in the past for whom this argument actually meant something, we've all moved past the point where we have to wear corsets all the time. Hell, we've even moved past bullet bras and girdles. In fact, I like to think we've moved past the point where wearing or not wearing a piece of underwear is a political act.
Frankly, my bra has done a lot for me. I started growing breasts at the age of nine and I basically would have also stopped doing any exercise at that point if not for the bra. Underwires and sports bras came along and I could do yoga... I could keep going to gymnastics class... I could run more than three feet without being in pain. So yeah, I love my bra. Does this mean that I buy into accepted notions of what women's breasts should look like? Does this mean I'm a bad feminist? Does this mean that I'm a passive bystander in the no-bra revolution, while the brave souls manning the front lines remove and burn their lacy tormentors? Maybe. But frankly, I thought we were fighting for the right to make our own choices, not the right to have our underwear dictated by our politics.
You don't have to wear a bra. And I don't have to stop wearing mine. Fair enough?
I found this out today when I discovered that Elliott Smith was dead. Believe it or not, he died on the 21st of October, from an apparent self-inflicted stab wound to the chest.
I don't even know what to say about that. I mean, how fucked up do you have to get to stab yourself in the chest?
Anyway. She wrote an RIP to Elliott Smith on her blog. You can check it out here. Just scroll down past the thing about Queen Latifah. Or better yet, read it too. posted by Alleen at 2:41:35 PM
Is it me, or is the Darkness the crappest band ever?
But anyway... some stuff that I found on the web:
The last meals of people on death row in Texas Have a look at Karla Tucker... whereas every man on the site requested cheeseburgers, fried chicken, and basically the most artery clogging meal they could think of, one of the few women to be executed in Texas ordered salad. The last thing she ever ate was salad. The whole thing is just cracked.
In news about me... well... I'm a little discombobulated today... I had a really weird conversation yesterday that's completely thrown me off. This is not necessarily a bad thing, of course, but you know... odd. While I was having the conversation, I thought it made me feel better, but in retrospect, I just feel completely thrown. I'm just not sure what to do with the whole thing.
I've been reading a biography of Arshile Gorky, which just introduced me to an Armenian expression for discombobulated: to have goats on the roof. I don't know... It doesn't quite feel like there's goats on my roof, but they're definitely milling around in the vicinity.
We figured out how to turn the heat on in the house, so it's gone from freezing to... well... brisk. It's definitely nippy in here, but it's slightly warmer than the outside now, which is a massive improvement over the icebox we were living in before.
So there you go... I'm discombobulated and sort of coldish.
