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There's a new book out about "pop, the glib, snappy language that has pervaded our culture in the Information Age"

It sounds interesting. Nothing new, really, people have been reinventing language forever, but it always fun to see what phrases have become household words.

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I personally think the minute mass media gets a hold of slang it ceases to be hip, (Or cool. Or groovy. Or whatever.) but does become a part of our culture. Like I'm sure all the cool kids were using the new phrase 'strange bedfellows' after Shakespeare coined it, causing the parents to go, 'wah?'

And speaking of phrases Shakespeare coined, I highly recommend Brush Up Your Shakesepare. A really fun read.

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There's a new book out about "pop, the glib, snappy language that has pervaded our culture in the Information Age"

It sounds interesting. Nothing new, really, people have been reinventing language forever, but it always fun to see what phrases have become household words.

[Poll #608047]

I personally think the minute mass media gets a hold of slang it ceases to be hip, (Or cool. Or groovy. Or whatever.) but does become a part of our culture. Like I'm sure all the cool kids were using the new phrase 'strange bedfellows' after Shakespeare coined it, causing the parents to go, 'wah?'

And speaking of phrases Shakespeare coined, I highly recommend Brush Up Your Shakesepare. A really fun read.

WAAAAAAANNNNNTTTTT!

I'm trying to rationalise spending almost $20 on this DVD.

But it has Hugh Laurie and Rowan Atkinson andColin Firth! And it is written by Richard Curtis.

What do you think? Should I click on 'send it to cart' and get it?

WAAAAAAANNNNNTTTTT!

I'm trying to rationalise spending almost $20 on this DVD.

But it has Hugh Laurie and Rowan Atkinson andColin Firth! And it is written by Richard Curtis.

What do you think? Should I click on 'send it to cart' and get it?

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slammerkinbabe posted this article on her journal, and I started a comment, but then decided it would be better to rant in my own journal.

Okay, here's the thing about feminism. Men seem to think it means 'treat women like a man in a dress' but that isn't the case. I think feminism is all about having the choice. sixty-odd years ago a woman really didn't have a big choice. Some woman had careers, but it would have been perfectly acceptable to fire her if she got married. I worked with a woman who got married during the Great Depression, and they had to keep their marriage a secret because she had a good job and he didn't, and she would have lost her job had they known she was married. Today, fortunately, if a woman has talent in a position, she is, mostly, able to pursue that career, and won't have to give it up if she gets married or has children. The nice thing is, a woman can choose to give up her career to be a housewife, if she so desires. I really think all we wanted was a choice.

Then there's this paragraph:

The day men and women have the same level of power is the also the day when chivalry dies. Many women enjoy visiting bars and having men buy them drinks in exchange for a casual conversation. It seems that after all the work women put into getting ready for a night out, they won't compromise their ability to get free alcohol for the sake of self-independence.

I think women can be equal and still accept a drink if it is offered to her, and second, who says we go out to make 'causual conversation' with a guy. Maybe we just want to hang with our girlfriends and make fun of other people's outfits. You don't know.

The implication this boy is making is that we can't be girls and be feminists. Dude. being a feminist does not mean giving up everything feminine.

And anyway, real equality won't really happen until commercials featuring things like what to cook for dinner and which brand of detergent to use stars a man.

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slammerkinbabe posted this article on her journal, and I started a comment, but then decided it would be better to rant in my own journal.

Okay, here's the thing about feminism. Men seem to think it means 'treat women like a man in a dress' but that isn't the case. I think feminism is all about having the choice. sixty-odd years ago a woman really didn't have a big choice. Some woman had careers, but it would have been perfectly acceptable to fire her if she got married. I worked with a woman who got married during the Great Depression, and they had to keep their marriage a secret because she had a good job and he didn't, and she would have lost her job had they known she was married. Today, fortunately, if a woman has talent in a position, she is, mostly, able to pursue that career, and won't have to give it up if she gets married or has children. The nice thing is, a woman can choose to give up her career to be a housewife, if she so desires. I really think all we wanted was a choice.

Then there's this paragraph:

The day men and women have the same level of power is the also the day when chivalry dies. Many women enjoy visiting bars and having men buy them drinks in exchange for a casual conversation. It seems that after all the work women put into getting ready for a night out, they won't compromise their ability to get free alcohol for the sake of self-independence.

I think women can be equal and still accept a drink if it is offered to her, and second, who says we go out to make 'causual conversation' with a guy. Maybe we just want to hang with our girlfriends and make fun of other people's outfits. You don't know.

The implication this boy is making is that we can't be girls and be feminists. Dude. being a feminist does not mean giving up everything feminine.

And anyway, real equality won't really happen until commercials featuring things like what to cook for dinner and which brand of detergent to use stars a man.

Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me

I suppose I could pound a few more words out on my story, but I'm a bit too tired for that. Problem is my back hurts and I can't get comfortable, and my husband just totally snarked at me because I was trying to get comfortable, and half the reason I couldn't get comfortable was because I was trying not to wake him up even though he never seems to care when he flips over so hard he practically jiggles me out of bed. Plus I'm so sick of him getting so extremely cross when stuff like this happens. I can't ever get mad at him, but he's allowed to bitch at me.

Sometimes being married is hard.

And my back really hurts. Whine whine.

ETA: When I was 15 years old I spent the summer with my friend in California, and we would quite often stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching this new channel called Mtv hoping to catch and Adam Ant or Loverboy video, and many times we would have snacks of bologna and cheese sandwiches*, and so sometimes when I'm up at night I get the worst craving for that sandwich. Like now. I really want a bologna and cheese sandwich on white bread with mustard. Sadly, I don't have any bologna in the house.

*or Rocky Road ice cream

Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me

I suppose I could pound a few more words out on my story, but I'm a bit too tired for that. Problem is my back hurts and I can't get comfortable, and my husband just totally snarked at me because I was trying to get comfortable, and half the reason I couldn't get comfortable was because I was trying not to wake him up even though he never seems to care when he flips over so hard he practically jiggles me out of bed. Plus I'm so sick of him getting so extremely cross when stuff like this happens. I can't ever get mad at him, but he's allowed to bitch at me.

Sometimes being married is hard.

And my back really hurts. Whine whine.

ETA: When I was 15 years old I spent the summer with my friend in California, and we would quite often stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching this new channel called Mtv hoping to catch and Adam Ant or Loverboy video, and many times we would have snacks of bologna and cheese sandwiches*, and so sometimes when I'm up at night I get the worst craving for that sandwich. Like now. I really want a bologna and cheese sandwich on white bread with mustard. Sadly, I don't have any bologna in the house.

*or Rocky Road ice cream