It has not been the greatest of mornings. Today in things that are pissing me off: the government; mainstream shoe retailers never carrying women’s size nines; the washing-up monster threatening to overwhelm the kitchen; the government; Facebook; some jerk being offensive on TVTropes; this year’s stupid Breast Cancer ‘awareness’ I-like-it-on-the-sofa FB meme (how the fuck can you raise awareness of something IF YOU DON’T SAY WHAT IT IS? Oh wait, this is not about raising awareness of dying women, this is about getting living women to post vaguely suggestive things for the amusement of dudes.* As you were, then); and the government.
So this Feministe thread asking readers “What makes you happy?” made me pause, and take a breath, and think. There are a lot of big-picture things making me angry – quite often, where the bigness of the picture, and the consequent difficulty of changing it, is part of the problem – but not everything’s bad.
Here are some things that make me happy:
Tasty tasty warm apple purée, which suddenly makes the time spent peeling 4 million elderly apples altogether worth it.
Awesome snugglehugs from J.
Portal. Been replaying it. Still as fun as it ever was. Also, Portal 2 looks like it is going to be approximately 7000 kinds of WIN.
Finding out yesterday that – assuming I get into the advanced group for Latin and Old English, which shouldn’t be a problem – I have no classes at all on Monday or Tuesday this semester. Score.
Lactase tablets. (Oh, yeah, turns out I have adult-onset lactose intolerance. The irony, it burns.) Not being doomed to an existence without cheesecake, FTW.
NaNoWriMo. It’s about to start again! I’m doing apocalyptic sword-and-sorcery this year, and am relishing the chance to finally fill a novel with fake Latin and really geeky medievalist jokes.
Badass new coat. It’s a little bit Soviet Army, but whatever.
Sweden. The existence of Sweden makes me happy.
Starting Middle Welsh! It’s going to be brilliant.
* The meme in question asks women to post the answer to “Where do you like to keep your handbag?” Not only is it stupid for the reasons outlined above, but also: I’ve written before about how heavily gendered – not sexed, gendered – an accessory the handbag is. For the billionth time: female does not imply feminine, feminine does not imply female, and the “hur hur women and their handbags” trope is getting seriously fucking old. Right now my big canvas Topman shoulder-bag is on the floor, but the next person who makes a crack about all those silly female women is liable to find it in their face.