Random pet peeve for the day: Excessive use of exclamation points give me eyestrain. If you use too many exclamation points, I will not take you seriously. This triply goes to any punctuation offenders who are over the age of twelve.
Solidity and the Hugos. (via Naomi Novik) The Bookslut rants about how most of the nominees for the Hugo awards are males. And compares females to plants. Um. I think the metaphor is a little over-the-top. Besides, women these days aren't passive and rooted to the spot. (I'd like to think I'd be some sort of fungus. Very Lovecraftian and insidious, heh.)
Oh what I wouldn't give to lounge around the house in my underwear all day! (via the snarkalicious Dionne Galace) I'd go mad if I sat around and did nothing all day, but that's just me. The really interesting thing about this post is the dichotomy, the idea of the either/or situation. Either you get a job and be a so-called productive member of society or be an artist. It's reinforced by a certain attitude in academia (with the exception of beer and skiing, of course!) which demands that you be married to your work. Can't I do both? Sure, I'd have to be a Jekyll and Hyde about it, but at least I'd be able to do two (abet seemingly completely different) things that I love.
