I'm listening to my recently-acquired "Atlantic Soul Classics" CD...which is basically a sampler for the uneducated soul listener. Which I am. I know enough to appreciate "Sex Machine," but that's about where it ends. Anyway, I've been thinking about the lyrics as I do other computer things, and as I do so, I realized how little sexist lyrics bother me...if they're wrapped in good music, that is. Let is be known that I am an intelligent, confident, pretty girl. Many have assured me of this, and I'm only hesitant on the last quality (stupid culture). But I can't help admitting that I find these offensive stereotypes of femininity...well, marginally, superficially attractive. I enjoy it on the level of costume, really...as a day-to-day thing it's beyond abhorrent, but if it's something I can choose for brief periods of time it becomes fun. This is why I like to wear my slutty, pimp-fur edged skirt once a month or so. This is why I'm a traitor to the Movement. And this is why I don't anticipate a wonderful mark in my "Gender in Canadian History" class.

"I can look at you till you ain't a child no mo'."
- shake, rattle & roll

"Hey, momma, don't you treat me wrong / Come & love yo' daddy all night long..."
- what'd i say?

      more sleep than is really good for me.