I don't get the impression Cornell West is saying his standards are a
good
thing.
The only version of Wuthering Heights I'm familiar with is Monty Python's semaphore version.
Did they break up that way?
In sixth grade Michael Baker took
Are You There God, It's Me Margaret?
off the "girls" shelf. And got busted reading it to his friends out loud. He had just gotten to a part about her
panties
(pronounced breathlessly, accompanied by gasps from all assembled) when the teacher rippped it out of his hands and gave him detention.
The only book my mom ever banned me from reading was Forever. Of course, one of my junior high friends had a copy and it went through our entire group within a few weeks.
I'm impressed you read the whole thing. My junior high had a copy passed around with the
good parts
dog-eared and underlined. I didn't read the entire thing until a few years later and thought she was idiotic for thinking a mole was cute.
I may have been too young when I read
Clan of the Cave Bear.
I was deffinately too impressionable. I reread it recently and and realized to my horror that about 90% of my kinks come directly from that book.
but at some point during puberty my inner ears went wonky and supersensitive and now I get motion sick even reading on the subway. Unfair, I tell you!
Jessica is me! I still mourn the fact that I cannot read in the car.
The only version of Wuthering Heights I'm familiar with is Monty Python's semaphore version.
I read that book *three times* when I was a kid, every other year or so, just to make sure I still hated it. Which I did.
Did you also occasionally stick a fork in an outlet, just to make sure it still electrocuted you?
flea, I liked that article. I feel for that poor girl's (I'll use female since she identifies female) consternation. Gender confusion must be bad enough without playing it out on a professional public stage.
I have to say, when I first read about Caster Semenya, I was cheesed off because the way the story was presented was that she was tested *only* because she improved too much. Like, how could a *woman* do so well -- surely she's a man, baby! No *woman* could ever actually run as well as a man!
And so my feminist ire was stoked. Not to mention my gender-identity warrior spirit.
But then, reading the article that flea linked, it sounds like a whole lot of other shifty shit was going on, and that's reprehensible.
I think the IAAF and the South African sporting federation don't come off in the best lights.
Heh. You think?
And all the scientific analysis in the world doesn't answer the question of how to divide sporting events.
Or the rest of society.
Harold Robbins, read when I was about that same age--definitely an eye-opener!
I had him in mind. Also Rich Man, Poor Man -- not as racy, but I owned a paperback copy.
One of my Mother's insane hippie cruelties was that she believed it was bad for our eyes to read in the car. (The others were putting brewers yeast in our orange juice, and cheering for the other team at softball games because, "She was at our house YESTERDAY, she's your friend!")
Did you also occasionally stick a fork in an outlet, just to make sure it still electrocuted you?
Well, it's such an acclaimed book I kept trying to figure out what I was missing.
I can read on trains or on buses that have relatively non-curvy routes, but my current bus most assuredly does *not* fit that bill.
cheering for the other team at softball games because, "She was at our house YESTERDAY, she's your friend!"
I'm halfway with her. It's okay to hope a friend on the other team has a good game, as long as my team wins.
I have scheduled myself a hair appointment for tonight. Go Team Haircut!
