(Or Nope. Sorry, Nope. I Disagree with Your Purity Opinions)
Every now and then, I see stuff on the internet (*cough* I'm looking at you, Facebook *cough*) and foolishly click on it. This time, it was an article titled 5 Lies That Make Sexual Purity More Difficult, and I wondered what lies could there possibly be? Folks decide not to have sex until marriage. What's the lie in that?
I must say I was very pleasantly surprised at first. Before the shit hit the fan. (Yes, I'm taking a clear stand here. I have nothing against purity itself and people who decide for it. It's their choice, and I respect that. I just find the reasoning a bit... Well. Let's just say there's a reason for this post).
Showing posts with label ranting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ranting. Show all posts
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
THE LOVE SONG OF THAT MEDIOCRE MAN FROM 1910's
(Or Why I Don't Believe Critics Anymore)
Apparently, I'm feeling brave today. Maybe. Not really. But I'm still going to go and disagree with all the established interpretations of all those high-and-mighty literary critics or whatever they were. Seriously. It's almost bizarre how many life-altering symbols people tend to find in pieces of art in which the author did nothing more than talk about a lazy afternoon that wouldn't leave their mind for months, or a death scene from a film (that will make everybody wonder who the hell died in the author's life that he should write such sad poetry), or whatever. I'm not really a fan of all that deeper meaning mumbo jumbo (unless it's about fandoms. Then I'm all for it). I usually don't waste my time with it, either.
Apparently, I'm feeling brave today. Maybe. Not really. But I'm still going to go and disagree with all the established interpretations of all those high-and-mighty literary critics or whatever they were. Seriously. It's almost bizarre how many life-altering symbols people tend to find in pieces of art in which the author did nothing more than talk about a lazy afternoon that wouldn't leave their mind for months, or a death scene from a film (that will make everybody wonder who the hell died in the author's life that he should write such sad poetry), or whatever. I'm not really a fan of all that deeper meaning mumbo jumbo (unless it's about fandoms. Then I'm all for it). I usually don't waste my time with it, either.
Monday, 4 November 2013
NO, 'RUNE' IS NOT THAT WORD YOU USE WHEN YOU CAN’T COME UP WITH ANYTHING ELSE
(Or Why Must Authors Keep (Mis)using It.)
Yes, I am going to ramble about runes. Because
I can. I like runes, I really do, even though I’m much too lazy to actually
learn their meanings thoroughly and all… But at least I know most of them, and I know what runes are,
and it annoys me to no end to see the expression tossed around in various works
of fiction.
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