no, i’m not crazy. i know how much some of you dislike this day and the idea of raising awareness, yadda, yadda, yadda. there’s the yearly sh disagreement on si awareness day. except, well, i believe i’ve done my part. d:

i’ve been musing over a phrase that is stuck in my brain from one of those popular novels. i had a poem written down centered around it then i deleted it.

‘he bent his sleek dark head’ and what? why does that repeat in my head?

i’ve been reading a book on the history of the female killer. not serial killer, it ranges from everything from crime to infanticide to husband killing. starts with the founding of this nation to very recently. it’s utterly fascinating. women used to be allowed – in scattered instances – to vote before the revolutionary war. this was when america was a number of colonies. women generally recieved harsher sentences than men for the same crime. they were actually a precious commodity for quite some time because there weren’t many women in the beginning. the book, so far, has been mainly history. i’m not one to argue for or against feminism but the matter of fact descriptions are sometimes chilling. women getting hanged for infanticide when the baby had been conceived through rape. the victorian era. ibsen’s [i]door slam heard ’round the world[/i]. i always sort of smirk when women say they wish they were born in the victorian era. it’s not like the books though i confess to an utter fascination with the oddities of that time period. read the yellow wallpaper.

i wonder, would i have had my uterus removed? my ovaries? the basis of female insanity was in the reproductive organs. they made women a bit mad, you see. not that i have any use for either.

ah, semi-rant. one day i should post all those victorian-era pictures i’ve collected. fun.