thefairymelusine: (Harvey Dent)
New Start
Okay, on Thursday I start my new job. It is a cool job, it is in an area in which I want to work, with links to other ones. I've spent this evening, and much of the last few days, going through practical things big and small, and also small head clearing things. And have managed to ritualise this as a new start. Not completely new, there are awesome continuations, but this will be my year of giving a damn and not, of trying to live to my principles, challenge and question my prejudice and preconceptions, be loud, be considerate. And this is what I want to stick by:

I will improve at calling people out, male and female, queer and  not, left and right wing on their use of  casually sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, classist, or ablist comments (thank you the F-Word) and language, and do so when I like and respect the person in question, and do so in a polite manner. And I will listen if people do the same to me.

I will read more widely and be more politically, socially and professionally aware, especially in the fields about which I want to write. (And especially in terms of mental health activism

I will make the most of creative and professional opportunities.

I will, most probably, compromise or adjust what I say (i.e. not say things) around people or audiences, I am never going to stop doing this, some of it is courtesy, some of it is being sensible, some of it being appropriate and some of it self preservation. But I'm going to do it in those circumstances and not as a default reaction or because I don't want to be confrontational.

The same applies to presentation.

I will stop listening to people who tell me that I will be pigeonholed if I mention being affected by issues.

I will be aware of my privilege as well as that of others.

I will abandon my intellectual snobbery regarding education and what subjects, disciplines, forms of education and degree classes/grades are acceptable/respectable.

I will not be an intellectual snob in reverse.

I will undoubtedly fuck up at some point and in some way, but I will acknowledge my mistakes and learn from them.

And I shall be willing to be persuaded, while also willing to argue back.

And two things for  [ profile] secondterminal (1) and [ profile] amagiclantern (2)

(1)I shall respond to the term "facebook rape" by directing the person who makes the comment to the issue of Dinosaur Comics I now cannot find, and for which searching makes me feel wrong.

(2)and, as I said earlier I am going to dress and behave like an angry queer feminist genderfucking office worker in my early twenties, to do a symbolic "fuck you" to my mother and school and retail jobs, and because, to quote xkcd, "we're the grownups now and we get to decide what that means"

Also this year needs a name. Although I'm quite tempted by the Century of the Fruitbat.

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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 03:54pm on 25/04/2008 under , ,

Words cannot express how much I love "A Place of Greater Safety" by Hilary Mantel. There are various reasons for this: it helped me through some difficult times (and through AS Level history), it always makes me cry, it is the novel I want to write, it's beautiful, it's epic and the characterisation is perfect. BUT one stupid sentence has ruined my ability to take it seriously. The sentence is this (for background information it is Camille Desmoulins thinking about writing):

 I wonder why I ever bothered with sex, he thought; there's nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semi-colon. 

I got an absolutely hopeless fit of the giggles after reading that on the tube last night. I then was plunged into thought, which I will document below.

Inigo's thoughts on reading this sentence

WHY MANTEL, WHY? Please, justify the sentence. Is it just because I  have never succeeded in placing a semi-colon artfully? When is my next opportunity to artfully place a semi-colon so I can see whether this works? Does this only work in French? Is this actually Mantel talking rather than Desmoulins? WHY? You know, I'd laugh even more if this was in something else, something I didn't take seriously. How many more lines like this are there going to be? How on earth did I not notice this line the first nine times I read this book. WHY?!

If someone could justify that line for me, either with their own experience, or with literary/character points (Desmoulins is fundamentally pretentious... things like that) it would be much appreciated. My world view would exist again.

Music:: "This Charming Man" -The Smiths
location: Corridor
Mood:: confused


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