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Busting stereotypes that peg feminists as men-haters, a new study shows that having a feminist partner is linked with healthier, more romantic heterosexual relationships.

I'm kind of lucky I'm a psych major, because it helps me save face when I'm checking out books in the inter-library loan system. I mean, research for class is a good reason to have books on dissociative identity disorder coming in for me three days in a row; I somehow don't think trying to understand and either deal with or call bullshit on someone on a site I mod is a good explanation. Never mind what they're thinking now that I'm getting a ton of books on self-injury.

I kind of love FW, as an admin. I've already seen the heights of internet perfidy, so I'm by no means shocked by sockpuppets, internet muchausens, or general jackassery.

I haven't seen very much of the Battlestar Galactica: Razor flashbacks, but I'm still kind of sad at how bad they seem to be. BSG as a whole makes me sad.

What else makes me sad? Bionic Woman. It also could be awesome if it didn't suck so much.

This is absolutely mesmerising.

The downside of going to a college in the middle of nowhere in Alberta is realizing that the food you really, really want is now two and a half hours away.

(Als. happy [belated] birthday, PuiPui)

Ps. Is there actually anyone on here who cares whether or not I post Emelan fanfic?

I am such an absolute scatterbrain. A week ago, I wrote a very short Emelan fanfic and sent it off to two people--one random bystander in a forum who said she'd like to read it when I mentioned in passing that my writing was being irritating, and my beta. So a few days ago when I got back a copy marked up with corrections, I assumed it was from my beta.

The corrections were absolutely on crack. They crossed out every use of "had" as a helper verb, explaining that I should avoid the passive voice, except it was all in sentences like "They had arrived the previous week, and were now well-acquainted with the city." And then criticised that the timeline didn't make sense because two separate timelines seemed to be happening at the same time. I was absolutely mortified, since my beta is a wonderful writer who was, I thought, very well-versed in grammar, and walked around in a pensive mood for a few days considering how to address it.

So today in IM with her I carefully and apologetically broached the difference between passive and pluperfect and why the fic actually had two timelines and her critique was, well, wrong and she went, "Wait, that Emelan fic with Tris? Um... I haven't even finished it yet, to be honest." And I go back and see that the revisions come from the person I'd never even met before.

Why do I keep doing this? I'll talk about a friend to them in their own livejournal, too. I keep blanking out on usernames. It's a really good thing I'm not in the habit of gossiping about my friends, or I'd be in real trouble.

Roommate appears to be entirely devoid of fleas. Also speaks Norweigan.

Thanks to this thread, I'm terrified to meet my college roommate tomorrow. Because of it, I'm sure to say something stupid like, "Thank God, I thought you'd have fleas."

*looks shifty*

I should be packing for college, but instead I'm sitting around watching as much Victorian Romance Emma as I can get my hands on. I'm three episodes into the second act, and I loves it.

The basic premise is that, in London of roughly 1895, Emma, a housemaid, falls in love with William Jones, the heir to a merchant family that was elevated into the gentry sometime in his father's lifetime. What I love most about it is, it never once shocks you out of the time period. It's a truly adult romance story, which I love. ( Love conquers a few things, but not all of them. )

The Tim Horton's store locator scares me. It lists all the places where, say, gas stations sell their coffee, so when I do a search of my neighborhood it shows three stores within two km of my house, and I'm left confusedly wondering why I haven't been seeing the invisible Tim Horton's, because clearly those stores are ninjas.

11:00 is the saddest time of day. That's when they stop making breakfast sandwiches.