Theme? What Theme?
(some of these links are cross-posted at Blog Sisters)
10 Strangest Weapons through History. But they, er, worked didn’t they? I don’t know about the dolphins, though.
Chick Lit Is Never a Compliment. This can be even more broad: if a critic labels a book “genre”, it’s not a compliment. But who cares what critics think? Most of them are just the vanguard of the hoity-toity.
Al Gore’s Future Son-in-Law. If Gore’s daughter marrying an Asian American is making the journalist think that he’s not running for president, this is a pretty strong indication that the journalist and/or his perception of the public is still biased against interracial marriages. (Although Angry Asian Man does make a good point as well–why even mention the guy’s ethnicity?)
When does looking become a leer? I have no idea since I have no experience with this. I’m not the sort of girl anyone would give a second glance at. Well, I take that back. Some people watch me like a hawk because they think I’m going to steal something from their store shelves.
Whatever Happened to the Class of ’87? I checked the “famous students” from my high school and all I found was a country music singer who is still attending said school and a football player who might be picked for this year’s NFL draft. Ugh.
Keep your opinions outta my boobs! Whatever, dude. Sure, people are free to make choices. If a woman wants implants, fine, she can do what she likes with her body. But one must consider the context of those choices. What if we were all raised in a culture that disdains the focus on physical appearance? Then nobody would be getting plastic surgery except under medical duress.
Harm in reading romance novels? (via Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels) A more pertinent question: have these columnists even read a romance novel? (This reminds me of the case where people banned a book without even reading it. Part 1 | Part 2) I think what these people are really arguing about is less about romance novels and more about whether or not it’s appropriate for women to even think about sex. And in the end, the argument probably says more about the columnists’ hangups than convincing anybody that genre books rot people’s brains.