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chickenYes, someone has finally been brave enough to ask about the Chicken thing. So anyone who has been burning to know, read the cut text if you want to find out what the big deal is about chickens. Do it! Do it now! ;-) Skip to the bottom, question five, if that is all your care about. I have for a long time intended to write an entry devoted only to the scary Chicken thing, but for now this will do.
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1. When did you start watching Buffy? How did it come to your attention?
Hmmm, bunny probably remembers this better than I do. Her memory is generally better than mine, enough so that mine's gotten worse from coming to rely on hers as a crutch ;-), taking it much too much for granted. But I'll try.
We had seen the movie and liked it (for some reason). We saw the movie with a friend of ours at the time, the same friend in the next paragraph.
I know we watched "Welcome to the Hellmouth" when it first aired, and it didn't do anything for us, in fact we kind of hated it. But this was not WttH's fault, it was more due to the fact that our friendship with the person who made us watch it was starting to sour, and when it finshed souring and went completely bad, the associations were still too strong for a while.
But then during one of our visits to see our best friend David in Virginia, we went over t one of his friend's apartments, and that guy is a huge Buffy fan, and Once More With Feeling had just aired the day before. He had it on Tivo and we watched it. We all liked it, but it didn't make a lot of sense to us because we hadn't watched much before it at all. But it was very intriguing.
So soon after that, bunny had to get up even earlier than normal to catch an earlier train to Boston because her work and class schedule was hell that quarter. Neither this nor or regular wake up time are at all early by Morning Person standards, but we are so not morning people.
Anyway, the only thing that motivated us to get up on time was the prospect of watching some Buffy on FX while eating brekkie and getting dressed. So we started to catch up and figure out what was going on that way, I think we came in on season four. So it was all confusing for a long time until we had gone around the FX cycle a few times and figured out what happened when. By then we were hooked, and watched Season six on UPN that fall with great joy. I know a lot of people don't like S6 but I love it if only because it still seems new and fresh to me, since it is the first season I ever watched in full, live on UPN.
2. How did you and bunnyohare meet and fall in sweet lurve?
I was friends with David first (David and I met via Bitnet --remember that? pre-internet-- in 1989 or 1990 and then in person a month or so after that). Then one day in 1993, bunny was logged on to a local BBS (remember those?) called Eagle's nest, a local Rhode Island BBS at the time. There, she came across David. They got along famously, and soon he had given me her phone number.
I was still dating someone else at the time (whom I had also met through David, online, maybe in some irc group or usenet newsgroup or something), but it was a weird long-distance thing and was not destined to be.
But soon bunny and I met on the bike path, went for a long bike ride, exchanged k.d. lang memorabilia (we were both really into her at the time), and pretty much fell in love within the month. That was Sept 1993.
As to *why* we fell in love, that may be an eternal mystery. I don't know exactly why, but I am very happy. Ten years is a good ten years, so far, in our case. :-)
We have a lot in common, but one of the more unusual aspects of this is that both of us have parents who are the age of most of our peer's grandparents. Both of our sets of parents didn't have us until they were in their early 40s. So they have a historical and cultural reference system that they've passed along to us that most of our age group peers don't have. Being born circa 1928 really seems to give a person a different outlook on life than someone born circa 1940 or 1950.
3. What do you like about living in Providence? What do you hate?
Since the only other place I've ever really lived is the town where I was born (Ft. Collins, Colorado), I don't have a very good frame of reference.
I will say that the northeast in general is a very amenable place to live compared to the midwest/middle west. More liberal-minded. My hometown in CO was said to be the town of "wide streets and narrow minds". The weather is horrible in both places. I long to live somewhere it never snows, like San Francisco (which I love love love, based on visiting my sister when she lived there). Providence is also culturally a little barren, somewhere more european like London or even Montreal if only it wasn't so cold would be better. The public transport system has to be better than Providence's. Even Boston's is tons, tons better. Other bad things about Providence include entrenched old school politics (although, openly gay, if Italian background, mayor!), 95 and other highways being nightmares, lack of on-street parking at night, generally provincial feel, esp. in the suburbs and other towns of RI (which must be included in the analysis since bunny grew up there and we visit her parents there two or three times a week). The provinciality is legendary, manifested in two kinds of direction-giving by natives: 1.) Go past where the [blah] used to be, turn right, then pass [john doe's] house, then go past the old [something], then go over the little bridge, or 2.) Why would anyone wanna go *there*?
Good things, small town-ness is also a good thing, big big cities freak me out, since I grew up in a medium small town with no tall buildings. I mean, Boston is totally fine but New York and Chicago give me the wiggins. SF manages to have a friendly smallish vibe in the same way Boston does, as in, big, but not too big. Providence is one step below that. This can be both good and bad.
College town, good (means there is some stuff to do), bad because, ew, college students (and having been one here, I am allowed to say that).
Good, lots and lots of greenery, boulevards, places to have picnics, etc. Good because not too far from anywhere. Good because you can get to any beach within 45 minutes. Good because of Dell's lemonade, Gaspar's linguica and chorizo, pizza strips, great restaurants, and generally good air quality. Pretty bridges.
There's tons more, but that is enough for one go.
4. What does feminism mean to you?
First, what is it *not*, to me. It isn't or should not be dogmatic. The whole "you must spell women with a y, womyn, you must not shave your legs, you must blah blah blah" that stuff makes me cringe.
Also, the whole blah blah Gaia, blah blah moon, menstrual lifeforce power thingy. Can't deal with that. The ex-friend in question 1 was like that, on top of which she had raised victimhood to some kind of special status where no one could ever say no to her about anything, no matter how small, she always had to get her way, because she was a Victim. Argh.
Feminism means so many things at so many different periods in life. When I first started college, it meant the freedom to live in a co-ed dorm with co-ed bathrooms where no one cared. It meant being in an environment full of supportive slightly older women who had been in college a bit longer, who made it feel safe, both on a coming out of the closet level and a general take back the night kind of level. It meant learning about the history of feminism, taking lots of gender studies and am. civ. classes. It meant going to pro-choice marches and doing all those studenty things. And it always did go hand in hand with queer rights and stuff. If a gay man or transgendered person in a dress can walk down the street and get spit on, beaten up, or killed, that is a manifestation both of sexism and of homophobia. They are intertwind.
But it also means more basic things. Bunny, when she took a women's studies class, had one class project whose purpose was to interview a woman and ask what she thought feminism and the feminist movement(s) had done to improve her quality of life. Bunny interviewed one of uer aunts. This aunt was pretty clueless. She said, basically, that feminist activism had done nothing, nothing to improve her quality of life. Bunny pointed out that if dear aunty had been born in a different era, she could not have had such short hair, worn pants, had a job, or a ton of other things. There are a tons of things like this that people of the last few generations take completely for granted.
Feminism is big issues and small. It is wearing what you want to wear, doing what you wnat to do, having control of your body, money, life. It's about Roe v. Wade, fighting to end the ol' 60 cents to a man's dollar. It is a ton of things that our society hasn't really achieved, or is in constant danger of losing. I could list a million more things.
But it is definitely something every woman ought to be. I don't get it when women say defiantly that they are not feminists, as if they must accept some fuzzy mass media-created definition of what they think feminism is (and it is a bad thing in their minds).
So feminism starts with an awareness of the history and current state of affairs, it starts with an awareness of what the realities of women's lives are, how far there still is to go, how easy it is to backslide, how it isn't good enough to just take the small crumbs that exist and think they mean that feminism is over and there's no more progress to be made.
Feminism means a long time lesbian couple should get the same tax breaks from the IRS that married straight people get. It means that some day, a woman at the help desk will no longer be automatically and repeatedly by-passed by a computer user who instead has decided to ask his oh so difficult computer question of the off duty male consultant who is taking a nap on the couch. It means women who are professional athletes will make just as much money as the men, and it means no more closet cases and homophobia in any professional sport (yeah, that one will never happen). It means shows like Buffy won't be the only or even the best of what there is on TV or in the movies. It means a billion things, most of which I am cynical enough to think we won't see in our lifetimes.
But sometimes it does mean appreciating what there is, and just living your life one day at a time and trying to make a small difference here and there in individual people's attitudes and awareness about stuff. Oh, stupid babbling.
5. Where does the fascination with chickens come from? ;-)
Starting with a years old list that attempted to answer this. The items through "Bawking is fun" are from the old list, but edited and pondered, and the ones after that have been added just now.
There are many reasons for being a Chicken:
* I was born in 1969 (the year of the Chicken in the Chinese Zodiac).
* Vegetarianism & Animal Rights: Chickens need advocates -- they are treated terribly on factory farms. (In fairness, I have to tell the vegetarian tale. I was a vegetarian from 1989 -- before offically "becoming" a chicken in 1993 or 1994 -- until about 1999 or 2000. So that was ten solid years of vegetarianism. Then, for about two years, I began eating meat again, but not chicken. I would eat pig products, lamb, and even the occasional dead cow, and even other fowl like turkey, but never chicken. Never eat one's sisters! But during the last year or so, I've begun eating chicken again. I have become a dirty rotten cannibal, a scummy betrayer. !!! I don't know how long this will last. I can say with certainty that some day, sooner or later, I will become a vegetarian again. And even now I sometimes go weeks without eating meat. I don't seek it out on a daily basis. I sometimes feel really guilty for falling off the wagon. It is kind of complicated. Being generally a big foodie, and liking food equally much when I was a vegetarian, I don't think being a vegetarian means you can't be a foodie. And as someone else who did your meme said, the land thing is one of the most major reasons to be a vegetarian, it isn't just morals, or health. But it could be both, like Clem and the kittens. So I don't know. But the factory farm thing -- I do try really, really hard to only buy meat from Bread & Circus, meat that comes from animals not raised on a factory farm.)
* Bawking is fun!
* In spite of or maybe because of their inherently ludicrous aspect in many people's minds (including mine -- yes, a person in a chicken suit is inherently ludicrous), and despite their relative lack of dignity vis-a-vis flying, brain size, etc. A simultaneous desire to defend them and prop them up, along with a desire to laugh.
* Keeping the above point in mind, I actually sometimes think of myself not just being somewhat fascinated by them but actually thinking of myself AS one. Certain things then come to mind. One, a person who thinks of herself as a chicken has a bit of a self-righteous persecution complex, like oh, you say chickens can't fly? But no, we can! Hence, the double-edged book by by Trevor Weekes, The Teach Your Chicken to Fly Training Manual. An underdog (underchicken?) complex?
* Not being the only one with such a strange fascination, I present The Hoboken Chicken Emergency by Daniel Pinkwater.
* Plus, once you are identified with a certain thing, people give you stuff. You know how it goes. If someone is said to be into Teddy bears, they suddenly have way too many, after only a few birthdays and other holidays. If someone is said to be into anything, everyone they know will give the person unimaginable quantities of said thing, the more kitschy the more stuff. Knick knacks you'd never buy for yourself, odd newspaper clippings from one's parents, strange do-dads from co-workers. Yes, the enormous yellow chicken next to me in my icon was given to me by the daughter of a co-worker. Apparently she is really into chickens, too, because she and my co-worker's wife picked it out. It is hand-made by a friend of theirs who crochets all kinds of animals. It is all so out of control now that there is no way to stop the train. If I were to announce tomorrow that my totem animal is now an Ostrich, people would simply not be able to handle it. It would be like saying that after decades of being a lesbian, one had suddenly turned back to being straight. It simply will not happen.
This is only a sampling of reasons.
Also keep in mind that before being a Chicken, I was a Duck. This has some kind of murky history in being fascinated during college with rubber duckies, and also with the story a friend once told me. She was in a store with her girlfriend, and a small child was overheard to say to her mother "Look mommy, Ducks!" And the mother responded, "No dear, *Dykes*." And this friend of mine thereafter referring to other lesbians as "Ducks". And when my friend David and I used to cruise people together, our code word to point out a cute one or ones who we thought might be gay/lesbian (boy or girl) was always "Look, Ducks!".
So ducks morphed into chickens somehow. I don't quite remember how.
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1. Leave a comment to this entry, saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
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1. When did you start watching Buffy? How did it come to your attention?
Hmmm, bunny probably remembers this better than I do. Her memory is generally better than mine, enough so that mine's gotten worse from coming to rely on hers as a crutch ;-), taking it much too much for granted. But I'll try.
We had seen the movie and liked it (for some reason). We saw the movie with a friend of ours at the time, the same friend in the next paragraph.
I know we watched "Welcome to the Hellmouth" when it first aired, and it didn't do anything for us, in fact we kind of hated it. But this was not WttH's fault, it was more due to the fact that our friendship with the person who made us watch it was starting to sour, and when it finshed souring and went completely bad, the associations were still too strong for a while.
But then during one of our visits to see our best friend David in Virginia, we went over t one of his friend's apartments, and that guy is a huge Buffy fan, and Once More With Feeling had just aired the day before. He had it on Tivo and we watched it. We all liked it, but it didn't make a lot of sense to us because we hadn't watched much before it at all. But it was very intriguing.
So soon after that, bunny had to get up even earlier than normal to catch an earlier train to Boston because her work and class schedule was hell that quarter. Neither this nor or regular wake up time are at all early by Morning Person standards, but we are so not morning people.
Anyway, the only thing that motivated us to get up on time was the prospect of watching some Buffy on FX while eating brekkie and getting dressed. So we started to catch up and figure out what was going on that way, I think we came in on season four. So it was all confusing for a long time until we had gone around the FX cycle a few times and figured out what happened when. By then we were hooked, and watched Season six on UPN that fall with great joy. I know a lot of people don't like S6 but I love it if only because it still seems new and fresh to me, since it is the first season I ever watched in full, live on UPN.
2. How did you and bunnyohare meet and fall in sweet lurve?
I was friends with David first (David and I met via Bitnet --remember that? pre-internet-- in 1989 or 1990 and then in person a month or so after that). Then one day in 1993, bunny was logged on to a local BBS (remember those?) called Eagle's nest, a local Rhode Island BBS at the time. There, she came across David. They got along famously, and soon he had given me her phone number.
I was still dating someone else at the time (whom I had also met through David, online, maybe in some irc group or usenet newsgroup or something), but it was a weird long-distance thing and was not destined to be.
But soon bunny and I met on the bike path, went for a long bike ride, exchanged k.d. lang memorabilia (we were both really into her at the time), and pretty much fell in love within the month. That was Sept 1993.
As to *why* we fell in love, that may be an eternal mystery. I don't know exactly why, but I am very happy. Ten years is a good ten years, so far, in our case. :-)
We have a lot in common, but one of the more unusual aspects of this is that both of us have parents who are the age of most of our peer's grandparents. Both of our sets of parents didn't have us until they were in their early 40s. So they have a historical and cultural reference system that they've passed along to us that most of our age group peers don't have. Being born circa 1928 really seems to give a person a different outlook on life than someone born circa 1940 or 1950.
3. What do you like about living in Providence? What do you hate?
Since the only other place I've ever really lived is the town where I was born (Ft. Collins, Colorado), I don't have a very good frame of reference.
I will say that the northeast in general is a very amenable place to live compared to the midwest/middle west. More liberal-minded. My hometown in CO was said to be the town of "wide streets and narrow minds". The weather is horrible in both places. I long to live somewhere it never snows, like San Francisco (which I love love love, based on visiting my sister when she lived there). Providence is also culturally a little barren, somewhere more european like London or even Montreal if only it wasn't so cold would be better. The public transport system has to be better than Providence's. Even Boston's is tons, tons better. Other bad things about Providence include entrenched old school politics (although, openly gay, if Italian background, mayor!), 95 and other highways being nightmares, lack of on-street parking at night, generally provincial feel, esp. in the suburbs and other towns of RI (which must be included in the analysis since bunny grew up there and we visit her parents there two or three times a week). The provinciality is legendary, manifested in two kinds of direction-giving by natives: 1.) Go past where the [blah] used to be, turn right, then pass [john doe's] house, then go past the old [something], then go over the little bridge, or 2.) Why would anyone wanna go *there*?
Good things, small town-ness is also a good thing, big big cities freak me out, since I grew up in a medium small town with no tall buildings. I mean, Boston is totally fine but New York and Chicago give me the wiggins. SF manages to have a friendly smallish vibe in the same way Boston does, as in, big, but not too big. Providence is one step below that. This can be both good and bad.
College town, good (means there is some stuff to do), bad because, ew, college students (and having been one here, I am allowed to say that).
Good, lots and lots of greenery, boulevards, places to have picnics, etc. Good because not too far from anywhere. Good because you can get to any beach within 45 minutes. Good because of Dell's lemonade, Gaspar's linguica and chorizo, pizza strips, great restaurants, and generally good air quality. Pretty bridges.
There's tons more, but that is enough for one go.
4. What does feminism mean to you?
First, what is it *not*, to me. It isn't or should not be dogmatic. The whole "you must spell women with a y, womyn, you must not shave your legs, you must blah blah blah" that stuff makes me cringe.
Also, the whole blah blah Gaia, blah blah moon, menstrual lifeforce power thingy. Can't deal with that. The ex-friend in question 1 was like that, on top of which she had raised victimhood to some kind of special status where no one could ever say no to her about anything, no matter how small, she always had to get her way, because she was a Victim. Argh.
Feminism means so many things at so many different periods in life. When I first started college, it meant the freedom to live in a co-ed dorm with co-ed bathrooms where no one cared. It meant being in an environment full of supportive slightly older women who had been in college a bit longer, who made it feel safe, both on a coming out of the closet level and a general take back the night kind of level. It meant learning about the history of feminism, taking lots of gender studies and am. civ. classes. It meant going to pro-choice marches and doing all those studenty things. And it always did go hand in hand with queer rights and stuff. If a gay man or transgendered person in a dress can walk down the street and get spit on, beaten up, or killed, that is a manifestation both of sexism and of homophobia. They are intertwind.
But it also means more basic things. Bunny, when she took a women's studies class, had one class project whose purpose was to interview a woman and ask what she thought feminism and the feminist movement(s) had done to improve her quality of life. Bunny interviewed one of uer aunts. This aunt was pretty clueless. She said, basically, that feminist activism had done nothing, nothing to improve her quality of life. Bunny pointed out that if dear aunty had been born in a different era, she could not have had such short hair, worn pants, had a job, or a ton of other things. There are a tons of things like this that people of the last few generations take completely for granted.
Feminism is big issues and small. It is wearing what you want to wear, doing what you wnat to do, having control of your body, money, life. It's about Roe v. Wade, fighting to end the ol' 60 cents to a man's dollar. It is a ton of things that our society hasn't really achieved, or is in constant danger of losing. I could list a million more things.
But it is definitely something every woman ought to be. I don't get it when women say defiantly that they are not feminists, as if they must accept some fuzzy mass media-created definition of what they think feminism is (and it is a bad thing in their minds).
So feminism starts with an awareness of the history and current state of affairs, it starts with an awareness of what the realities of women's lives are, how far there still is to go, how easy it is to backslide, how it isn't good enough to just take the small crumbs that exist and think they mean that feminism is over and there's no more progress to be made.
Feminism means a long time lesbian couple should get the same tax breaks from the IRS that married straight people get. It means that some day, a woman at the help desk will no longer be automatically and repeatedly by-passed by a computer user who instead has decided to ask his oh so difficult computer question of the off duty male consultant who is taking a nap on the couch. It means women who are professional athletes will make just as much money as the men, and it means no more closet cases and homophobia in any professional sport (yeah, that one will never happen). It means shows like Buffy won't be the only or even the best of what there is on TV or in the movies. It means a billion things, most of which I am cynical enough to think we won't see in our lifetimes.
But sometimes it does mean appreciating what there is, and just living your life one day at a time and trying to make a small difference here and there in individual people's attitudes and awareness about stuff. Oh, stupid babbling.
5. Where does the fascination with chickens come from? ;-)
Starting with a years old list that attempted to answer this. The items through "Bawking is fun" are from the old list, but edited and pondered, and the ones after that have been added just now.
There are many reasons for being a Chicken:
* I was born in 1969 (the year of the Chicken in the Chinese Zodiac).
* Vegetarianism & Animal Rights: Chickens need advocates -- they are treated terribly on factory farms. (In fairness, I have to tell the vegetarian tale. I was a vegetarian from 1989 -- before offically "becoming" a chicken in 1993 or 1994 -- until about 1999 or 2000. So that was ten solid years of vegetarianism. Then, for about two years, I began eating meat again, but not chicken. I would eat pig products, lamb, and even the occasional dead cow, and even other fowl like turkey, but never chicken. Never eat one's sisters! But during the last year or so, I've begun eating chicken again. I have become a dirty rotten cannibal, a scummy betrayer. !!! I don't know how long this will last. I can say with certainty that some day, sooner or later, I will become a vegetarian again. And even now I sometimes go weeks without eating meat. I don't seek it out on a daily basis. I sometimes feel really guilty for falling off the wagon. It is kind of complicated. Being generally a big foodie, and liking food equally much when I was a vegetarian, I don't think being a vegetarian means you can't be a foodie. And as someone else who did your meme said, the land thing is one of the most major reasons to be a vegetarian, it isn't just morals, or health. But it could be both, like Clem and the kittens. So I don't know. But the factory farm thing -- I do try really, really hard to only buy meat from Bread & Circus, meat that comes from animals not raised on a factory farm.)
* Bawking is fun!
* In spite of or maybe because of their inherently ludicrous aspect in many people's minds (including mine -- yes, a person in a chicken suit is inherently ludicrous), and despite their relative lack of dignity vis-a-vis flying, brain size, etc. A simultaneous desire to defend them and prop them up, along with a desire to laugh.
* Keeping the above point in mind, I actually sometimes think of myself not just being somewhat fascinated by them but actually thinking of myself AS one. Certain things then come to mind. One, a person who thinks of herself as a chicken has a bit of a self-righteous persecution complex, like oh, you say chickens can't fly? But no, we can! Hence, the double-edged book by by Trevor Weekes, The Teach Your Chicken to Fly Training Manual. An underdog (underchicken?) complex?
* Not being the only one with such a strange fascination, I present The Hoboken Chicken Emergency by Daniel Pinkwater.
* Plus, once you are identified with a certain thing, people give you stuff. You know how it goes. If someone is said to be into Teddy bears, they suddenly have way too many, after only a few birthdays and other holidays. If someone is said to be into anything, everyone they know will give the person unimaginable quantities of said thing, the more kitschy the more stuff. Knick knacks you'd never buy for yourself, odd newspaper clippings from one's parents, strange do-dads from co-workers. Yes, the enormous yellow chicken next to me in my icon was given to me by the daughter of a co-worker. Apparently she is really into chickens, too, because she and my co-worker's wife picked it out. It is hand-made by a friend of theirs who crochets all kinds of animals. It is all so out of control now that there is no way to stop the train. If I were to announce tomorrow that my totem animal is now an Ostrich, people would simply not be able to handle it. It would be like saying that after decades of being a lesbian, one had suddenly turned back to being straight. It simply will not happen.
This is only a sampling of reasons.
Also keep in mind that before being a Chicken, I was a Duck. This has some kind of murky history in being fascinated during college with rubber duckies, and also with the story a friend once told me. She was in a store with her girlfriend, and a small child was overheard to say to her mother "Look mommy, Ducks!" And the mother responded, "No dear, *Dykes*." And this friend of mine thereafter referring to other lesbians as "Ducks". And when my friend David and I used to cruise people together, our code word to point out a cute one or ones who we thought might be gay/lesbian (boy or girl) was always "Look, Ducks!".
So ducks morphed into chickens somehow. I don't quite remember how.
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Date: 2003-07-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-16 10:21 pm (UTC)Questions to you:
1.) Who is the adorable kitty who frequents your icon, biting a plant and looking naughty? What is her/his story and does she/he have any other cat friends in your flat?
2.) How did you and Lou meet and how long ago was that?
3.) What kind of job do you think you would be good at and/or enjoy that you could imagine having, realistically or not, five years from now?
4.) What film role do you think is Eliza Dushku's best, a.) acting-wise, b.) hotness-wise, c.) as a film (plot, direction, etc.)
5.) Do you have any interesting Sydney Mardi Gras, gay pride, or other large crowded event stories that you haven't posted about before or that you have posted about and that you can point out?
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Date: 2003-07-16 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-16 07:12 pm (UTC)And I have to tell you, you are my feminist soulmate. That's exactly how I feel about it.
So, wanna return the favor? I'm game for questions.
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Date: 2003-07-16 10:46 pm (UTC)You're very sure the chicken stories didn't wig you out? You're not secretly thinking, "what a freak"? :-)
The feminism thing, I felt that I rambled on too long and just blatted out whatever was in my brain, instead of trying to organize it a little more like an essay or something, but thanks. And I was just reading some stuff janeane garofalo said in an interview in Ms. Magazine, so that probably jogged some things.
Now then, your five questions:
1.) What qualities as a show, if any, do you think that AtS has or probably will have that BtVS did not?
2.) Do you find yoga is best done alone at home, in a yoga class, at a massage therapist or chiropractor, elsewhere, or some of each depending?
3.) Do you have a favorite web browser and/or a favorite text editor? If so, why that/those particular one(s), and can you say that bkuhn has influenced your picks?
4.) What are some of the books you read and/or loved as a child (e.g. from ages 5 or whenever you started reading to about 13)?
5.) Do you get along with bkuhn's relatives and/or relatives of others close to you, and how in general do you feel about societal expectations concerning this kind of in-lawish relationship?
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Date: 2003-07-17 12:52 pm (UTC)Going over to my own journal now to answer your questions.