4.30.2010

I hate not being able to get over someone, and how, when you think you have, and you feel fine, then you just see them in a fleeting way, just a glance, and that is literally all it takes to get you into them again.
I had the most terrible experience of that today,
but it was a lot more dramatic.
I don't want to divulge a lot, but basically it was out of nowhere,
and my heart still hurts.
I know breaking up with someone must suck, a lot,
I've been single for a while so it's not exactly fresh in my mind,
but when you have feelings for someone for a long time,
and there's a chance that they might feel the same way,
and then nothing happens, it leaves so much to think about; what could have been, if they felt the same. Goddamit I know I sound like such a teenage girl right now in such a typical whiny situation but it really fucking sucks.
I'll hammer it out on the ukulele.
Blue Turning Grey
by Clap your hands say yeah
For some reason I'm not glad that it's the weekend.
I want to be at school.
I think it's because I'm sick, and that at home I have nothing to do,
and I was supposed to go to white rock tonight and loosen up but I couldn't, so I'm trapped at home with my thoughts, and that never ends well. It never ends pretty, either.
I watched this movie, Franklyn, and it's fucking awesome.
A little Donnie Darko-ish, and anything with rain and pyschiatrists always gets me. Plus Ryan Philippe, in a mask. (which he takes off...)
anyways, I'm lonely, I guess.
I think I'm going to write.
I just watched the movie Whip It, and it was fabulous.
The fact that Ellen Page and Kristen Wig and Drew Barrymore in it was cool,
but the fact that the love interest was one of my favourite singers, Landon Pigg,
was awesome! He is literally what my ideal man would look like.
Oh goodness.
If you've never heard him listen to this:

And it might not make much sense

To you or any of my friends
Though somehow still you affect the
Things I do.
I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine,
now I'm shining too.

4.29.2010

A V i s c e r a l Vision,
caught inside a dream, dream.
Denotated d e r i s i o n;
what does it mean, mean?
Hey interweb,
oh, what having I been doing today you ask?
I performed at a music thing today, and otherwise, this...

As far as many feminists are concerned, most literature prior to the twenty-first century portrayed women in fiction in a sexist light, as female characters were either written by men, or written in a time when men held precedence over the ideals portrayed in fiction. There are some exceptions: Austen, Woolf and Bronte are all perfect representatives, but it was the concepts, as opposed to the authors, which stirred the pot regarding female stereotypes, and which helped woman gain headway on the path to equality. Sexuality is one of the most double-edged swords in literature and society, as the way women and their bodies are is often reflected and refracted down the line until it reaches more everyday people. Sexuality is, however, not necessarily a degrading part of being a woman, because although it is not always expressed in a positive way, (phallus-centred pornography, the weak-willed Eve in theology and the Sirens in mythology) it can be a positive and empowering tool for women. In the novels To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon and Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood, the double-standard of female sexuality is examined, as each female protagonist relies upon their sexuality as a means of empowerment and fulfillment in their lives, and as a tool to control those around them. The role of these women and the degrees of the ‘sex’ in their sexuality differs in each respective environment, but each woman weaves a spell over those around them, and are continuously perceived as inhuman by others. Of course each woman is only human, each flawed, and the main flaw in each is their extreme need to be needed, as their role as the satisfier of other’s needs, whether they be sexual or maternal, is a role that they require to feel complete. Unfortunately, this need to be needed sets feminism back, as the women want to be put in the roles of the seductress, or the mother figure. They should not be condemned for feeling power in their seemingly degrading roles, as long as those roles give them empowerment and strength of some sort.



A common misconception in society is that a woman giving love or re-assurance does not gain any reciprocated satisfaction, and each woman in the three aforementioned works of literature defy that misconception. The comfort of putting one’s children to bed, appeasing each individual child’s wants and desires and putting them to sleep with happy thoughts in their heads is satisfaction in itself; despite the fact that the word ‘sexuality’ immediately brings to mind an image of a voluptuous, scantily clad woman, sexuality also is closely associated to the word ‘power’, which almost instantaneously brings to mind an image of a man. Power is not exclusive to politics, or the phallus, and a mesmerizingly beautiful and alluring woman can carry with her a power and sexuality which blends into a hybrid, a strength that is revolutionary, and addictive.


The beautiful and apparently ageless character, Mrs. Ramsay, from Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, is an example of a woman who wields her lovely nature and appearance as a means to self-sufficiency and strength, and casts a spell of sexuality on those around her, but does not use her sexually in an explicit manner. Although her lack of promiscuity may be a direct result of the time period in which she was written in, the early twentieth century, Mrs. Ramsay in the most romantic of the three different characters, and has a grace which is widely acknowledged, as even roaming poets herald her as “the Helen of [her] days” (P33). Mrs. Ramsay’s rapturous qualities are effortless, as she does not seduce those around her with anything but her kindness and her physical beauty: even the visiting male-chauvinist Charles Tansley is awe-struck by her presence, and looks upon her as “the most beautiful person he ha[s] ever seen” (P20). Additionally, the slightly condescending feminist painter, Lily Briscoe, cannot help but see Mrs. Ramsay and be “in love with her” (P26), and “in love with it all” (P26) ; “it all” refers to Mrs. Ramsay’s family, and her lifestyle, but it is not the superficially ideal family that it appears to be to smitten visitors: Mrs. Ramsay can only stand so much of her husband’s arrogant attitude, which he uses to bring others down and, therefore, elevate himself, and is infuriated so much that she looks at him and sees an “odious little man” (P21). At other times, Mrs. Ramsay is nothing but contentedly obedient towards her husband, as the character she embodies while partaking in his fantasy can be anything, in one instance silent, as Mrs. Ramsay pretends to be “[reading] a book” [P128], while Mr. Ramsay revels in “man’s strength and sanity” (P129). Mrs. Ramsay knows that her consent “fortifie[s] [him]’ (P128) and “fill[s] [him]” (P128), and that is why she does what he wants and makes him feel good about himself, because the fact that he is empty and self-conscious without her, and the fact that he needs her to be complete, is the satisfaction that Mrs. Ramsay needs as well. It seems ironic that in a story where there seems to be such effortless beauty and rapture, that there is such starving need, and a need for that need; but every deity has an Achilles heel, and fault is inevitable. The extremity of Mrs. Ramsay’s fault –her desire to be a “strong influence” (68) on those around her – is best exemplified through her relationship, or lack thereof, with Mr. Carmichael. Mr. Carmichael is not overwhelmed by Mrs. Ramsay’s good looks, and “does not trust her” (P47), unlike virtually everyone around her. The fact that Mr. Carmichael never accepts Mrs. Ramsay’s offers, which seem trivial at face value, is an example of his dismissal of her, which is why Mrs. Ramsay so desperately seeks his approval. Although Mrs. Ramsay attributes her obsession with being in his favour to “some demons” (P47), it is really her need to be accepted, worshipped, or even acknowledged, that makes her so frantic. This specific infatuation of Mrs. Ramsay’s, her desire to be the person that makes one feel as if they “could do anything” (P87), is that which drives her to always maintain her position as the mother, as the kind temptress, and it is the same desire that is also present in Katje Bourgeoisie, who plays a more literal seductress in the novel Gravity’s Rainbow.


Where Mrs. Ramsay is the rapture of a rose, Katje Bourgeoisie is the allure of adultery; Mrs. Ramsay is beautiful in a way that can be admired, and absorbed in a more metaphysical manner, whereas Katje puts the sex in sexuality, and needs to be tasted and enjoyed physically by those around her. Katje is written as a sexual chameleon, a mystery of a woman, who changes with each need her client or lover desires. That ability to adapt is the reason why Katje is such a formidable asset in the war (World War Two), around which the novel is more or less centred. Katje is involved with various parties and sides during the war, “The White Visitation” being the most prominent, and is physically beneficial to these organizations, because she can manipulate and access information from others. Katje is never trusted because no one truly understands why she does what she does, as she seems to “play at playing” (P99); her first few appearances in the story are brief, but she makes a very strong impact as an eerily beautiful woman in an “incredibly phallic environment” (P100). Katje image of a fulfilled woman is first tainted when her sexual exploits with a man named Blicero are examined, and her lack of “emotional commitment” (P99) is noted, as well as the fact that the fantasy that she takes part in is “largely a preserving routine against the war” (P98). Katje’s beauty makes her feel liberated, and on a number of occasions she revels in the fact that she can seem “beautiful and frail” (P198) to those around her, but really be completely separate from her beauty in a way that no one else seems to comprehend. Although many of her companions “love her desperately” (P106), there is only one for whom the feelings are reciprocated, and that is the novel’s protagonist, Tyrone Slothrop. Slothrop is a man whose penis is of great interest to those involved in the war, as there seems to be a correlation between his erections and the release of bombs, and Katje is the women sent in to examine ‘the weapon’. When she is with Slothrop, Katje does not feel the need to create the fantasies and the lies that she weaves with everyone, and that is why their relationship is so unique. After Katje and Slothrop see each other for the last time, Katje dives back into the fantasies, as it is the only thing that is “real, and pure” (P237) in her life. While playing the role of a Dominatrix Katje’s numbness is first exposed, as she is jealous of her sexual partner, Pudding, a man who is “bound by nothing but his need for pain” (P237). Despite the fact that Katje seems like she is the one being used, she is capable of manipulation, and thrives off of the need that men like Pudding have for her, ever though it exists on a mainly delusional and physical level. It is through her sexual relations that Katje makes herself feel useful, and feel complete, and even though it is a negative way to do so, it is a way nonetheless.


Chronologically speaking, each character is the most similar to the one that precedes her, and in accordance with that, Elaine and Katje have a fair amount in common; they are similar in their nihilistic tendencies, and the physical avenues that they both go down to try and fill their internal emptiness. Elaine’s need to be needed is the most blatant in the novel, at least in terms of each her own acceptance; Mrs. Ramsay beats around the bush regarding her desires, and Katje is vague, but Elaine admits that she is in “love with [a lover’s] need” (P318). Elaine combats feelings of alienation and loneliness with the fleshy satisfaction of men, and in moments of despair she ache’s for “any man [she] knows” (P18). If Elaine was a different person – a less attractive woman like her friend Cordelia, for example – then she would have more trouble attaining the temporary pleasure of a man, but she has a power and sexuality that is unrivalled by all the other female characters in Cat’s Eye. Elaine doesn’t lure men in with her kind nature or feminine looks, but with her mysterious and introverted personality that always leaves those around her hungry for more; her power is not exclusive to men, or sex, and by ignoring childhood bullies she just becomes more attractive to them, and they need her, “and try to lure [her] back” (P208), but are unsuccessful. Even though she has a life in which relationships with men are always “effortless” (P287), and that she goes as far as marrying a man who is “incomplete in his need” (P344), just so that she can be needed, and be revived, it still isn’t enough. Additionally, Elaine continuously takes part in activities laced with masochism as a means of having “something to hold onto” (P120). The life drawing class that she enrols in as a young adult is a representation of her lifelong relationships with men, as she is unusual to the boys: she isn’t their “old lad[ies] (P323), and to her teacher and eventual lover, Josef, she is “silent, and mysterious” (P325), which he finds very appealing. Elaine eventually manipulates Josef’s obsession with her, and uses cruelty to feel empowerment, telling him after he asks that she “would[n’t] do anything for [him]” (325). The way in which Elaine uses her power is very different from Mrs. Ramsay and Katje, as Mrs. Ramsay act’s mostly for the sake of others, but Katje acts simultaneously for the satisfaction of others and herself. Elaine is the most selfish of the three women, and most of her actions are self-beneficial, as her relationships and actions all reflect her trying to appease various aspects of herself. Each woman does satisfy the needs of others for themselves, but it varies to different degrees, and Elaine’s selfishness is definitely the most predominant.


Elaine, Katje and Mrs. Ramsay are not identical characters, but they all have one thing in common: a need for power; how they gain empowerment is subject to each individual woman, but one thing that can be said about those who lust for power is that they hate having it taken away from them. Elaine, Katje and Mrs. Ramsay are each confronted with someone who makes them feel powerless, and it is through these people that their infatuation with control is really exhibited. Mr. Carmichael is a man who doesn’t particularly like Mrs. Ramsay, and even after her death “avoids her” (P163), while others cannot quell their “insatiable hunger” (P166) for Mrs. Ramsay’s calming presence. Mr. Carmichael is not swayed by Mrs. Ramsay’s tremendous beauty or grace, and does not come to her for help or guidance; it is because he “d[oes] not like her” (P163) that Mrs. Ramsay is so obsessed with him, and why he makes her feel weak. It is the involvement in the lives of others which makes her life have more meaning, and not being involved in Mr. Carmichael’s life makes Mrs. Ramsay feel useless. The same can be said for Elaine, as the embodiment of those who put her down and thought her a “heathen” (P151) is conglomerated into the dowdy figure of her friend’s mother, Mrs. Smeath. Elaine resents Mrs. Smeath for the duration of her written life, and uses her as a central focus in many of her paintings. Mrs. Smeath is always represented as someone unattractive, and cruel, and Elaine asks herself in a moment of clarity why she hates Mrs. Smeath so much. Elaine’s hatred boils down to the same feelings Mrs. Ramsay has for Mr. Carmichael: she may not necessarily care about Mrs. Smeath herself, but the fact that Mrs. Smeath thinks lowly of Elaine makes her feel self-conscious, which leads to weakness, and Mrs. Smeath becomes a representation of Elaine’s vulnerability. Elaine’s grasp on others is consistently strong, but is the weakest during her childhood; Mrs. Smeath was a prominent figure in Elaine’s young life, and the fact that so much negativity occurred during those years meant that when Elaine looks back on them, the time when she held virtually no power, she thinks of Mrs. Smeath. Katje’s rival is not as black and white as Elaine’s or Mrs. Ramsay’s, and the person Katje has to combat the most is a formidable opponent: herself. Katje is continuously presented as someone who despises herself, and who is driven to inflicting physical and psychological pain of others to bring feeling into her life. By “searching for that something” (P337), and making love to various men, Katje revives her soul, but simultaneously feels a weight on her conscious. Ironically, by making herself feel, and be happier, Katje is digging herself deeper into a grave in which she loses respect for herself, and feels detached and “significantly more fragile” (P562).


The fight for female empowerment is a seemingly ageless battle, and it is through these three women that stereotypes are combated. Although Mrs. Ramsay is a typical, submissive mother figure, she still manages to find satisfaction in that lifestyle; even though Katje is ultimately a prostitute, she finds ways to feel strong and powerful over the men around her; despite severe verbal and mental abuse that Elaine went through as a child, and relationships with men in which they try desperately to assert dominance over her, Elaine maintains a career and raises two children, while having the upper hand in almost all the relationships she is in. Women are not delicate flowers, nor are they sharp thorns; women are whatever they want to be, and if they choose to be a housewife, or a mistress, they should not be seen as anything less than people doing what they want to do. Elaine, Katje and Mrs. Ramsay are three women who cannot seem to find ways to appease their own needs, so they satisfy themselves by constantly filling the needs of others. Even though it is not a healthy coping mechanism, they get by, and each feel content with the lives they need, and what shame is there in that.
Favourite three bands at the moment(with new music):
GORILLAZ- PLASTIC BEACH
(a cohesive album with a million guests, including Little Dragon, who are brilliant, and an album in which each song is literally better than the next)
MGMT- CONGRADULATIONS
(if you're a fairweather beat-searcher then their new album will not be for you)
MIA- BORN FREE
(love her)
HERE'S A GROWING CULTURE;
Deep inside a corpse
Ages stuck together
Takin it to the source
Timeless desperation
Pictures on a screen scream
"hey people, what does it mean?"
I know that I am like, literally, the only person that loves MGMT's new album, but I read their Rolling Stones interview today and it just made me love them so much more.
Please read it, anonymous blog spotter.
So fucking goooodoododod

4.28.2010

Your eyes are rhinestones, falling from the sky.
So what have I been doing today?
oh, this..

As far as many feminists are concerned, all centuries prior to the twenty-first portrayed women in fiction in a sexist light, as female characters were either written by men, or written in a time when men held precedence over the ideals portrayed in said fiction. There are some obvious exceptions: Austen, Woolf and Bronte all being perfect representatives of such, but it was the ideals, as opposed to the author’s, which stirred the pot regarding female stereotypes, and which helped woman gain headway on the path to equality. Sexuality is one of the most double-sided swords in literature, and modern society, as the way woman and their bodies are presented in the media is often reflected and refracted down the line until it reaches everyday people, and their impressionable minds. Sexuality is, however, not necessarily a negative thing for women, because although it is not always expressed in a positive way, (phallic-centred pornography, the weak-willed Eve in Theology and Sirens in Mythology) it can be a positive and empowering tool for women. In the novels To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon and Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood, the double-standard of female sexuality is examined, as each female protagonist relies upon their sexuality as a means of empowerment and fulfillment in their lives, and as a tool to control those around them. The role of these women and the degree’s of the ‘sex’ in their sexuality differs in each respective environment, but each woman weaves a spell over those around them, and are continuously perceived as inhuman by those in their lives. Of course each woman is only human, each flawed, and the main flaw in each is their extreme need to be needed, as their role as the satisfier of other’s needs, whether they be sexual or maternal, is a role that they require to feel complete, and useful. Unfortunately this need to be needed backtracks on feminism, as the women want to be put in these roles - as the seductress, or the mother figure - but they cannot be condemned for feeling empowerment and strength in their seemingly degrading roles, as long as those roles give them empowerment and strength of some sort.



It is a common misconception in society that a woman giving love or re-assurance does not gain any reciprocated satisfaction, but each woman in the three aforementioned works of literature defy that misconception. The comfort of putting one’s children to bed, appeasing each individual child’s wants and desires, and putting them to sleep with happy thoughts in their heads is satisfaction in itself; despite the fact that the word ‘sexuality’ immediately brings to mind an image of a voluptuous, scantily clad woman, sexuality also is closely associated to the word ‘power’, which almost instantaneously brings to mind an image of a man. Power is not exclusive to politics, or the phalace, and a mesmerizingly beautiful and alluring woman can carry with her a power and sexuality which blends into a hybrid, a strength that is revolutionary, and addictive.


The beautiful and apparently ageless character, Mrs. Ramsay, from Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, is an example of a woman who wields her lovely nature and appearance as a means to self-sufficiency and strength, and cast’s a spell of sexuality on those around her, but does not use her sexually in an explicit manner. Although her lack of promiscuity may be a direct result of the time period in which she was conjured, that period being early twentieth century, Mrs. Ramsay in the most romantic of the three different characters, and has a grace which is widely acknowledged, as even roaming poets herald her as “the Helen of [her] days” (P33) (alluding to the simultaneously beautiful and destructive Helen of Troy, from Greek Mythology). Mrs. Ramsay’s rapturous qualities are effortless, as she does not seduce those around her with anything but her kindness and her physical beauty: even the visiting male-supremist Charles Tansley is awe-struck by her presence, and looks upon her as “the most beautiful person he ha[s] ever seen” (P20). Additionally, the slightly condescending feminist painter Lily Briscoe cannot help but see Mrs. Ramsay and be “in love with her” (P26), and “in love with it all” (P26) ; “it all” refers to Mrs. Ramsay’s family, and her lifestyle, but it is not the superficially ideal family that it appears to be to smitten visitors: Mrs. Ramsay can only stand so much of her husband’s arrogant and condescending attitude, which he uses to bring others down and therefore elevate himself, and is infuriated so much that she looks at him and see’s an “odious little man” (P21). At other times, Mrs. Ramsay is nothing but contentedly obedient towards her husband, as the character she embodies while partaking in his fantasy can be anything, in one instance silent, as Mrs. Ramsay pretends to be “[reading] a book” [P128], while Mr. Ramsay revels in “man’s strength and sanity” (P129). Mrs. Ramsay knows that her consent “fortifie[s] [him]’ (P128) and “fill[s] [him]” (P128), and that is why she does what he wants and makes him feel good about himself, because the fact that he is empty and self-conscious without her, and the fact that he needs her to be complete, is the satisfaction that Mrs. Ramsay needs as well. It seems ironic that in a story where there seems to be such effortless beauty and rapture, that there is such starving need, and a need for that need; but every deity has an Achilles heel, and fault is inevitable. The extremity of Mrs. Ramsay’s fault –her desire to be a “strong influence” (68) on those around her – is best exemplified through her relationship, or lack thereof, with Mr. Carmichael. Mr. Carmichael is not overwhelmed by Mrs. Ramsay’s good looks, and “does not trust her” (P47), unlike virtually everyone around her. The fact that Mr. Carmichael never accepts Mrs. Ramsay’s offers, which seem trivial at face value, is an example of his dismissal of her, which is why Mrs. Ramsay so desperately seeks his approval. Although Mrs. Ramsay attributes her obsession with being in his favour to “some demons” (P47), it is really her need to be accepted, worshipped, or even acknowledged, that makes her so frantic. This specific infatuation of Mrs. Ramsay’s, her desire to be the person that makes one feel as if they “could do anything” (P87), is that which drives her to always maintain her position as the mother, as the kind temptress, and it is the same desire that is also present in Katje Bourgeoisie, who plays a more literal seductress in the novel Gravity’s Rainbow.


Where Mrs. Ramsay is the rapture of a rose, Katje Bourgeoisie is the allure of adultery; Mrs. Ramsay is beautiful in a way that can be admired, and absorbed in a more metaphysical manner, whereas Katje puts the sex in sexuality, and needs to be tasted and enjoyed physically by those around her. Katje is written as a sexual chameleon, a mystery of a woman, who changes with each need her client or lover desires. That ability to adapt is the reason why Katje is such a formidable asset in the war (world war two ((capitalized?)) ), which the novel is more or less centred around. Katje is involved with various parties and sides during the war, “The White Visitation” being the most prominent, and is physically beneficial to said organizations, due to the fact that she can manipulate and access information from others. Katje is never trusted because no one truly understands why she does what she does, as she seems to “play at playing” (P99); her first few appearances in the story are brief, but she makes a very strong impact as an eerily beautiful woman in an “incredibly phallic environment” (P100). Katje image of a fulfilled woman is first tainted when her sexual exploits with a man named Blicero are examined, and her lack of “emotional commitment” (P99) is noted, as well of that fact that the fantasy that she takes part in it largely a “preserving routine against the war” (P98). Katje’s beauty makes her feel liberated, and on a number of occasions she revels in the fact that she can seem “beautiful and frail” (P198) to those around her, but really be completely separate from her beauty in a way that no one else seems to comprehend. Although many of her companions “love her desperately” (P106), there is only one for whom the feeling are reciprocated, and that is the novel’s protagonist, Tyrone Slothrop. Slothrop is a man whose penis is of great interest to those involved in the war, as there seems to be a correlation between his erections and the release of bombs, and Katje is the women sent in to examine ‘the weapon’. When she is with Slothrop, Katje does not feel the need to create the fantasies and lies that she weaves with everyone else she associates with, and that is why their relationship is so special, and unique. After Katje and Slothrop see each other for the last time, Katje dives back into the fantasies, as it is the only thing that is “real, and pure” (P237) in her life. While playing the role of a Dominatrix Katje’s numbness is first exposed, as she is jealous of her sexual partner, a man who is “bound by nothing but his need for pain” (P237). Despite the fact that Katje seems like she is the one being used, she is capable of manipulation, and thrives off of the need that men like Pudding have for her, ever though it exists on a mainly delusional and physical level. It is through her sexual relations that Katje makes herself feel useful, and feel complete, and even though it is a negative way to do so, it is a way nonetheless.


Chronologically speaking, each character is the most similar to the one that precedes them, as Mrs. Ramsay of the early Nineteen-hundreds resembles Katje more than she does Elaine Risley from Cat’s Eye, and Katje of the middle of the Nineteen-hundreds resembles Mrs. Ramsay and Elaine, but Elaine and Mrs. Ramsay do not have as much in common. (I hate this sentence) In accordance with that, Elaine and Katje are similar in their nihilistic tendencies, and the physical avenue’s that they both go down to try and fill an internal emptiness. Elaine’s need to be needed is the most blatant in the novel, at least in terms of each woman’s acceptance; Mrs. Ramsay beats around the bush, and Katje is vague, but Elaine admits that she is in “love with [a lover’s] need” (P318). Elaine combats feelings of alienation and loneliness with the fleshy satisfaction of men, and in moments of despair she ache’s for “any man [she] knows” (P18). If Elaine was a different person – a less attractive woman like her friend Cordelia, for example – then she would have more trouble attaining the temporary pleasure of a man, but she has a power and sexuality that is unrivalled by all the other female characters in Cat’s Eye. Elaine doesn’t lure men in with her kind nature or feminine looks, but with her mysterious and introverted personality that always leaves those around her hungry for more; her power is not exclusive to men, or sex, and by ignoring childhood bullies she just becomes more attractive to them, and they need her, “and try to lure [her] back” (P208), but are unsuccessful. Even though she has a life in which relationships with men are always “effortless” (P287), and that she goes as far as marrying a man who is “incomplete in his need” (P344), just so that she can be needed, and be revived, it still isn’t enough. Elaine continuously takes part in activities laced with masochism as a means of having “something to hold onto” (P120). The life drawing class that she enrols in as a young adult is a representation of her lifelong relationships with men, as she is unusual to the boys: she isn’t their “old lad[ies] (P323), and to her teacher and eventual lover, Josef Hrbik, she is “silent, and mysterious” (P325), which he finds very appealing. Elaine eventually manipulates Josef’s obsession with her, and uses cruelty to feel empowerment, telling him after he asks that she “would[n’t] do anything for [him]” (325). The way in which Elaine uses her power is very different from Mrs. Ramsay and Katje, as Mrs. Ramsay act’s mostly for the sake of others, but Katje acts simultaneously for the satisfaction of others and herself. Elaine is the most selfish of the three, and most of her actions and self-beneficial, as her relationships and actions all reflect her trying to fill different aspects of herself. Each woman does fill the need of others for themselves, but it varies to different degrees, and Elaine’s selfishness is definitely the most predominant.


Blah blah blah closing paragraph. Each woman acts to fufill other’s needs while truly filling their own: each is threatened by those who retract from them/take away their power: for Mrs. Ramsay it’s Mr. Carmichael, for Elaine it’s Mrs. Smeath, and for Katje it’s for herself.


Women and sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx/

4.27.2010

This is Laura. She is one of my favourite models.
Well, my models.
I think she is so beautiful I am not even going to taint this photograph by adding lyrics to it.
Laura, let the internet revel in your beauty.
Eric is going to Florida, and I don't like it when people I love go away.
Especially when they go away to the U.S., simply because the U.S. terrifies me to no end.
Yes, call me a wimpy Canadian, but we izz not startin warz hur.
We are just going on "peacekeeping" missions, remember?

Sidenote, my computer automatically makes my font Comic Sans and it makes me want to vomit.

Other sidenote, I understand why some people don't like Catcher in the Rye, freedom of everything and all that, but I especially don't understand how people who love English and are interested in literature and are going into it and all cannot love and appreciate it. On the other hand, I think one must have Holden-like tendencies, or at least be aware of said Holden like tendencies, to truly appreciate the novel, and unless you are depressed and like chatting up prostitutes, you do not fit the category.

Other other sidenote,
ESSAY IM WORKING ON
Which I literally have not edited at all....

As far as many feminists are concerned, all centuries prior to the twenty-first portrayed women in fiction in a sexist light, as female characters were either written by men, or written in a time when men held precedence over the ideals portrayed in said fiction. There are some obvious exceptions: Austen, Woolf and Bronte all being perfect representatives of such, but it was the ideals, as opposed to the author’s, which stirred the pot regarding female stereotypes, and which helped woman gain headway on the path to equality. Sexuality is one of the most double-sided swords in literature, and modern society, as the way woman and their bodies are presented in the media is often reflected and refracted down the line until it reaches everyday people, and their impressionable minds. Sexuality is, however, not necessarily a negative thing for women, because although it is not always expressed in a positive way, (phallic-centred pornography, the weak-willed Eve in theology and Sirens in mythology) it can be a positive and empowering tool for women. In the novels To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon and Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood, the double-standard of female sexuality is examined, as each female protagonist relies upon their sexuality as a means of empowerment and fulfillment in their lives, and as a tool to control those around them. The role of these women and the degree’s of the ‘sex’ in their sexuality differs in each respective environment, but each woman weaves a spell over those around them, and are continuously perceived as inhuman by those in their lives. Of course each woman is only human, each flawed, and the main flaw in each is their extreme need to be needed, as their role as the satisfier of other’s needs, whether they be sexual or maternal, is a role that they require to feel complete, and useful. Unfortunately this need to be needed backtracks on feminism, as the women want to be put in these roles - as the seductress, or the mother figure - but they cannot be condemned for feeling empowerment and strength in their seemingly degrading roles, as long as those roles give them empowerment and strength of some sort.


It is a common misconception in society that a woman giving love or re-assurance does not gain any reciprocated satisfaction, but each woman in the three aforementioned works of literature defy that misconception. The comfort of putting one’s children to bed, appeasing each individual child’s wants and desires, and putting them to sleep with happy thoughts in their heads is satisfaction in itself; despite the fact that the word ‘sexuality’ immediately brings to mind an image of a voluptuous, scantily clad woman, sexuality also is closely associated to the word ‘power’, which almost instantaneously brings to mind an image of a man. Power is not exclusive to politics, or the phalace, and a mesmerizingly beautiful and alluring woman can carry with her a power and sexuality which blends into a hybrid, a strength that is revolutionary, and addictive.


The beautiful and apparently ageless character, Mrs. Ramsay, from Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, is an example of a woman who wields her lovely nature and appearance as a magic, and cast’s a spell of sexuality on those around her, but does not use her sexually in an explicit manner. Although her lack of promiscuity may be a direct result of the time period in which she was conjured, that period being early twentieth century, Mrs. Ramsay in the most romantic of the three different characters, and has a grace which is widely acknowledged, as even roaming poets herald her as “the Helen of [her] days” (P33), alluding to the simultaneously beautiful and destructive Helen of Troy, from Greek Mythology. Mrs. Ramsay’s rapturous qualities are effortless, as she does not seduce those around her with anything but her kindness and her superficial beauty: even the visiting, male-supremist Charles Tansley is awe-struck in her presence, and looks upon her as “the most beautiful person he ha[s] ever seen” (P20), while the condescending feminist painter Lily Briscoe cannot help but look upon Mrs. Ramsay and be “in love with her” (P45), and “in love with it all” (P46).
Fall through space, out of mind with me
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Those are the shadows far away
The falling of the whole empire, it's here to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sinks



The time that my computer wasn't functioning happened to coincide with a lot of awful things going on in my life. I spent a lot of time on my bedroom floor, and in Jessies house, or talking to Jessie on the phone, or exhausting other means of... help.
I just can't wait for this phase in my life to be over.
By phase I mean.. highschool, among other things.
You know what I hate, almost more than anything?
People who think that they know everything. To think that you know everything is ignorance, and I know me saying this in itself is a form of seeming like I know everything and therefore I am being contradictory, but it's not like that.
It goes hand in hand with being condescending.
Regarding people who are condescending, a perfect example is Adults. Adults? One may ask while sitting on their cough or duvet in a world where adults run virtually every facet of ANYTHING. Yes, adults. Adults are people, and I do recognize the fact that they know more then I do, simply due to age and experience, but I hate it when they scoff at youth.
My dad does this sometimes, and I know man people's parents or adults do this a lot of the time, when they come home from working and being a 'man', and then they come down and expel their reign of terror on everything. It is so frusterating to me, I can't even put it into words.
People, get this into your heads:
-you are above no one
and
-nothing you can do or say will make you better or smarter than anyone else because those words, in themselves, are just words and mean absuloutely nothing
Gosh..

When the paralytic d r e a m s that we all seem to keep
Drive on engines till they weep
With future pixels in factories far away

I got a feeling now my heart is frozen
All the phoses and growsin
Happy and after native in my soul
I prayed on the unmovable
Yeah clinging to the adam's of rock
Seasons seas just smooth Signs are change
I can't see now she said taxi
I that light is so I can take
Storm bring strange loyalties

Your Rhinestone Eyes are like,
Factories Far Away.

4.26.2010


I feel your sorrow chasing tomorrow
There is no distance in your absence
If you call the monsters they will appear
Like I disappear: B l a c k o u t
There is resistance behind enemy lines
There goes the hatred bursting through the fabric
If you call the monsters they will appear
Like I disappear: B l a c k o u t

You are here
You are here
You are here
While you were sleeping I,
 I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide there's nothing left to be
The skeletal wings of birds I'll take the stairs
The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet
The forecast is going down a storm
Put a penny in the slot
and watch the Swans through a telescope.
I can't help from crying;
I wish you were mine.

4.25.2010

My laptop is broken, but a lot has happened to me in the last few days.
Friday I went to _____'s house, and then to Jessie's where I hung out with Hunter, Emma and Laura,
next morning I went to Seattle and got my grad dress,
then I went to ______-'s again and hung out with them and Vincent,
came home late last night,
and spent today doing homework.
I've almost finished reading Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger today.