I am suddenly enraged/sickened.

I've been reading the free books from the Harlequin website, here. I was surprised and amused to discover a sub-category called "Love Inspired" which are Christian romances. Three of the sixteen are such, and I've read two and am three-quarters through the third, "A Very Special Delivery" by Linda Goodnight.

spoilers and possible triggering for baby-related things )

I'm going to finish reading the book, because I'm obsessive like that, but I certainly won't be buying any.
This clip prompted me to cry out, "Its little hoggy face!" I am not ashamed.

Now how did I find that? Oh, right, [livejournal.com profile] feministe to tigtog to Helen. I added [livejournal.com profile] feministe to my flist after somebody linked it - can't recall who. Now I am randomly clicking through links to a variety of feminist blogs/posts such as this, this, and this.

I am still undecided on the matter of the serial comma. It makes more sense, in many ways, but it's just not how I learned to do things.

Fortuitously, a book I ordered (after following a link in a comment on feministe) a few days ago arrived yesterday - Quirkyalone: A Manifesto For Uncompromising Romantics by Sasha Cagen. Essentially, "I would rather be alone than date just for the sake of dating." It's quite entertaining; not all of it resonates with me, but so what? It doesn't have to.

Wow. I hadn't realised how much it had been affecting me, having that not-done essay hanging over me; but feeling like I ought to be writing that just stopped me from writing anything else, which isn't exactly good for my mental health. But now I'm a Dip, and I'm ba-ack!



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