MA in Canadian history who enjoys snacks, cleaning, sparkly things, and living in bizarre rural parts of Canada with her boyfriend and complaining about it.
On Lorde talks online "cleanliness," subtweeting and new luxuries ("I'm gonna buy a double bed. I'm just gonna do that")
@iceberg Yeah, as much as I do like the message "it's unhealthy for young girls to listen to a song that's all about that NEED and that frantic craving," yes, I kind of feel like....if you haven't experienced it, it's easy to knock it, you know? It's easy to say "Piffle! What trash! How can you have no backbone!" but when you're in the maelstrom of a romantic tangle even the most levelheaded person in the world can succumb to that "please I need you, I can't live without you, if you leave me I'll die." ESPECIALLY teenagers. Especially. Because I was totally that teenager who sneered at people with extremely intense romantic sagas ("oh my GOD, she was like 'I can't LIVE without you,' like who says that, come on, grow up") but in the moment it's...complex and painful and your entire universe. Which I think is where most artists and musicians are coming from--when that emotion right then is your entire universe and your WHOLE WORLD, even if an intellectual part of you is going "Hey, what the fuck."
@25688079@twitter I, uh, think most young women are aware in 2013 that raising kids and cleaning house is not the end-all be-all for most women. Since it's one of the most influential books of the 20th century and all, I don't think it's like, a sleeper hit.
The Absolutely True Diary Of a Part-Time Indian is FANTASTIC. Richard Peck's A Long Way From Chicago? Beautiful. A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is my favourite book of all time, followed very narrowly by Anne of Green Gables and the Little House books. Caddie Woodlawn, The Witch of Blackbird Pond (NAT!!!), Tuck Everlasting, The Diary of Anne Frank, Little Women, The Watsons Go to Birmingham, Catherine Called Birdy (and the book I actually liked more, The Midwife's Apprentice), Sarah Plain and Tall, NARNIA, The Secret Garden, Are You There God It's Me Margaret, Matilda, The Egypt Game, D'Aulaire's, Ella Enchanted, Julie of the Wolves, Number the Stars, Island of the Blue Dolphins (the skirt!!!!).
These books practically made up the backbone of my childhood. Even now when I reread them I'm in the backseat of my parents' car, or lying on the ground of the campground with a stack of books beside me, sitting on the front porch, lying in the basement where it's cool and eating a Popsicle. Or going to the library and coming back with an armload of books. Reading EVERY SINGLE book the library had in historical fiction in the Youth section. Begging my parents to take me to the library two times in a week because I was bored and I'd read everything already. Oh my god, these books.
@j-i-a OH MY GOD MANDYYYYY I LOVED THAT BOOK SO INCREDIBLY MUCH. Read it to pieces, backwards and forwards. The shell cottage? Perfection. I want one still.
The Internet: Whatever you're doing, you're doing it wrong.
@sophia_h God, no kidding. "My high-maintenance, high-energy dog continues to be high-energy and high-maintenance, even AFTER I have three kids! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?" Or the other side, "My cat is my baby! I pet him for an hour every night, he sleeps in my lap, I feed him a raw diet, and buy him expensive catnip toys. He sleeps on the pillow next to me! But now I have a baby and I can't give my cat this much attention anymore and he's acting out by pissing in the corner and shitting in my shoes. Now I will tell people DON'T GET CATS, THEY RUIN YOUR LIFE."
@Li'l Sebastian She is indeed just sixteen at the beginning of the book at the famous BBQ.
But the book spans almost twenty years, so you know, she grows a bit.
I do enjoy how this article points out the difference between ideals, and reality (which is frequently glossed over in discussions of Victorian womanhood because a lot of people tend to take poetry and literature in historical cupper middle class"--not upper class enough to not have to work for a living, but pretty well off for the middle class, enough to afford a large home befitting "sea captain" status (or whatever high-ranking sailor he was). And it's a uniquely East Coast phenomenon as well, but I think it's more thematically related to farm wives of the Midwest in the sense that "husband and wife are more equal partners in the running of the home." Except that on the farm, the husband may be out doing backbreaking heavy labour in the fields, while the wife is taking care of the cows/chickens/children/garden and the home. Because, you know, who else is going to do the work? In the case of the sea captain's wife, nobody is going to take care of the home and kids and affairs for her if she lies in bed moping about missing John, even if the Victorian "fainting angel" would probably pine away. In the case of the farmer's wife, the garden is going to go unweeded and the cows unmilked and the chickens eaten by hawks if she doesn't do the work.
This is already tl;dr but INTERESTING ARTICLE.
@Amphora I did not know that! But I'm glad to hear.
@polka dots vs stripes I think it depends, in very large amounts, on the individual diocese (for priests attached to a parish) or the order (for monks and brothers not attached to one). Some orders are more affluent than others (the Jesuits, for example, receive a lot more money in donations than my own high school order, the Viatorians, simply because they are more well-known, operate more schools, and have more alumni), which makes it easier for them to provide for their elderly members. So, you know, it varies EXTREMELY widely and it's hard to say.