This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line."
- Douglas Adams (via katelizabeth)
Fangirl Challenge:  Female Characters → 3/5
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
In 2009, while watching TV in the bed I shared with my second husband, I saw an interview with Lisa Diamond about her book Sexual Fluidity: Understanding Women’s Love and Desire. In it Diamond, an associate professor of psychology and gender studies at the University of Utah, shares a study that shows that many women experience a fluid sexual desire, responsive to a person rather than a specific gender. When I heard Diamond’s findings, I wanted to jump on the bed and shout, “That’s me! That’s me!”
But I have found that people — gay and straight, men and women — want me to choose an identity. “You owe it to your ex-husbands. You owe it to your girlfriend,” one friend angrily replied when I said a label didn’t matter. Labels, she contends, are useful in a society that needs to have laws and make accommodations for marriage, employment rights, etc. My friend wondered why I’m resistant to a label around my sexuality, but I have no problem accepting labels like “woman,” “native Iowan,” “mother” and “grandmother.”
"Why are labels like ‘bisexual’ and ‘queer’ not useful?" she pushed. "They seem to describe the gray area in between. They’re non-binary. They both admit to a larger complexity. So what’s wrong with them?"
Good questions to which I have yet to arrive at any clear answers."
- I’m a Woman Who Loves a Woman, But Don’t Call Me a Lesbian | Annie L. Scholl via the Huffington Post Gay Voices (via gaywrites)
And I still have this migraine
art history meme | two of four art movements | rococo
The Rococo painters used delicate colours and curving forms, decorating their canvases with cherubs and myths of love. Portraiture was also popular among them. Some works show a sort of naughtiness or impurity in the behaviour of their subjects, showing the historical trend of departing away from the Baroque’s church/state orientation. Landscapes were pastoral and often depicted the leisurely outings of aristocratic couples.