I haven’t blogged in a while… about ten days actually. I find it so difficult to write my way out of a hiatus, so I decided to just start typing and hit publish. I apologize in advance.
This wasn’t a planned hiatus. I just got busy. I also have this thing — totally arbitrary, I realize – where if I am not in the mood to blog, I tell myself, “Wait until the daily visitors gets below X, then write a post.” The problem is that the Fifty Shades of Grey posts have generated a reliably steady stream of visitors, such that I haven’t felt like I needed to blog to prevent this site from vanishing off the face of the earth. Of course, those visitors are evenly divided between (a) journalists looking for information, (b) husbands trying to figure out what their wives are reading, and (c) curious onlookers — none likely candidates for regular readers.
Add that to all the folks looking for Hunger Games posts, since the movie is out this week, and if I stuck to my informal rule of only blogging when the numbers get below a certain point, I might never need to blog again, not a happy result (for me). I plan to see the film as soon as I can and blog about it. I’m super excited, and so are the kids. I think it looks good.
I was asked by a number of journalists to comment on 50 Shades. I declined each time. I’m not an expert on the James trilogy (I only read book one, and not very carefully at that) and I certainly don’t want to start giving sound bites on why women are reading it. Afterwards, I read all the published/broadcast news pieces, and felt glad I stayed out of it. So many of them were fluff pieces along the lines of “mommy porn.” This is yet another case where the bloggers are doing a much better job than mainstream media on book coverage.
That said, I’m still not feeling the ethical arguments gelling in a way that is satisfying to me personally. No, I’m not planning on writing a post, but I’m reading what others have to say with interest and I’m hopeful since the question keeps getting asked. Fandoms are so complex and unique. I’m planning my annual visit to Disney World and spending some time in the Disney parks fandom. It just reminds me how quirky and byzantine the rules are. Like, if you even ask certain questions, forget it. There is no forgiveness for people who want to get their 11 year old into the parks on a child ticket, or want to bring their refillable mug from a prior trip, or attempt to pool hop from resort to resort. Those are cardinal sins! But… if you need to be a bit aggressive in saving your place (and a place for your 12 family members) for the Nighttime Electrical Parade at Magic Kingdom, well, naturally! Or utilize certain loopholes in the Fastpass system … ok, then! Then again, you’ll get dissenters in each case.
I’ve read a few books I both enjoyed and found very interesting, such as No Cheating, No Dying by Elizabeth Weil, and The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa. I hope to review them when my reviewing mojo returns. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to get excited about romance recently.
I am also reading Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner. She is giving the keynote at the BEA Book Blogger conference in June, and I figured I should know something about her work. The heroine, who has the totally distracting name of “Canny” (nickname for Candace), is heavy and it is on her mind all the time. I waffle between thinking this is a good but difficult-to-read portrayal of this character, and thinking it would be nice if there were more diversity in the portrayal of heavy heroines, with at least some of them happy with their size.
As for BEA Blogger Con, there is an agenda up but no names attached to the program.
I had this idea that I would try to do short post every Thursday, introducing a concept very briefly. I would call it Theory Thursday. It would be a lot of feminist theory, since that’s what I’m teaching, but maybe some ethical theory too. I’ll try it this week and see if anybody seems to like it. It would help me prep for Thursday’s class. This week we are reading a great essay called “Forgetting Yourself” by Anita L. Allen, someone I admire a lot. You may be groaning right now. All I can promise is these posts will be short.
Things are busy but good at work. I had a very nice annual review last week at the hospital. Here is something odd: every year, when it comes time for this review, I half expect to get fired. It would not surprise me at all to hear, “We’re so sorry. But you suck. Good bye.”
At the university, classes are good, and the committee on revitalizing the women’s studies program (our major and grad concentration got suspended last year) is turning out to be more fun than it has any right to be.
We’ve been enjoying unseasonably warm weather here in central Maine recently. Everyone is smiling. I went for a jog tonight with my younger son on his scooter alongside. Good times. When I bracket fears about global warming, I think it’s great, too.
The kids are a continuing delight, in the odd moments when they are not driving me crazy. I ordered Max off the Xbox earlier, and he replied, “You don’t understand. You only had rocks and string to play with when you were a kid.” Very funny. They are both saying “suckah” constantly. I’ll ask David where his brother is, and he’ll say “suckah’s upstairs.” Or he’ll come in after school and say “what’s for snack, suckah?” I ask myself, on a daily basis, where did I go wrong? Please, don’t answer that.
A nurse sent me an email today and signed it, “Make it a great day!”