Brain itching = spam

I'm reading badfic instead of sociology because reading in Swedish makes my brain itch. It's actually interesting! It's not like the stuff about Marx, which made me want to stab things - I actually want to know how it ends! (Okay, he lived in the 1800s, so I'm pretty sure he dies, but like - Which School of Sociology Will He Found? Will He Ever Give Some Awesome Burns To Those Damned Hermeneutics People? Why Did His Wife Stick Around If He Was Such A Momma's Boy?) (Although, granted, I already knew how Marx ended, having been forced to read about it ten times or something before, so to be fair that might have contributed to my exasperation.) But you know. Brain-itchy. It's probably the feeling of new neuron pathways forming or something and I shouldn't avoid it, but... itchy!

God, I'm so lame. I should. I don't know. Immerse myself or something. Read only Swedish for a while. ...Yes, and have horrible fanfic withdrawal. My life is so complex!

For the record, I'm still an angry feminist.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton once famously said:

"Shall American statesmen . . . make their wives and mothers the political inferiors of unlettered and unwashed ditch-diggers [and] boot-blacks . . . fresh from the slave plantations of the South . . .?" (source)

Oddly enough, I never really expected to see that argument again.

The moral of today's story is: never underestimate SGA fandom. Or possibly don't read metafandom without emergency chocolate to hand.

Nelly Furtado - Loose

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