Every time I heard the Clefs do this: SO MUCH AWESOMENESS. I can’t even. I will never stop being bitter that this wasn’t put on a CD.
Confessions of a Ren Lit Nerd #10
My sister just got a new car. It’s silver. She calls it Sparkles. I wanted to call it Gloriana after Spenser’s Faerie Queene, for obvious reasons, but my choice has been condemned as too pretentious. When I get a silver car….
The tragedy of menstruation
Aristotle would uniterruptedly tell everyone what theatre and tragedy was: catharsis which is a term that can be tied in with tragedy (crying, having your period etc) is a term that Aristotle had come up with and firmly believed in.
Somehow, my period isn’t exactly a cathartic moment for me.
[Insert scream of frustration here]
My father just informed that “scholars are notorious dullards.” Why? Because I referred to the Henriad as “the Henriad” and he’d never heard that term before. He has been high-minded and sickeningly condescending about my decision to pursue an English PHD since forever. He has a binary mind and anything literary is a foreign concept to him, so rather than admit that he doesn’t understand it and attempt to be happy for me anyway, he undermines me at every turn. In consequence, I am miserable and will be so until the completion of my MA and probably throughout my PHD, until I move away and get to start teaching (Yes!). Is there a childless elderly pair of literary scholars looking to adopt a neurotic, migraine-ridden Ren lit nerd who is overall not a terrible person and would just like to pursue her career goals in peace?
Confessions of a Ren Lit Nerd #9
Whenever I see Loki’s costume with the huge horns, the first thing that springs to mind is “cuckold.”
Sometimes…
I get really freaked out about grad school and wish that someone would either volunteer to furnish me with the means to be an independently wealthy recluse who could do whatever she pleased or pay me to push big red buttons of doom.
