accidental feminist

 

my apologies to avid afers July 25, 2006

Filed under: tales of an accidental feminist — Rachel @ 2:38 pm

It seems that the computer that was acting as our server was forced to accept an “early retirement package”. Sorry for the lapse…we’re back, and for those of you who were willing to wait out your frustration, you shall now be amply rewarded.

In the past few weeks, I have:
* officiated my first wedding (cograts to my iconoclastic brother-in-law for sticking it to the man in the most wonderful bit of irony I’ve ever witnessed: to legally marry the woman he loves and then have a lovely reception with friends and family to celebrate. My favorite bit of satire was the “cutting of the cake”. Ha ha! Jokes on us, huh, Matt?)
*Visited Seattle for the first time. The best description I can give of the weather is that it feels like what I’ve heard the Moon in like: hot in the sun, freezing in the shade. And yet the locals insist on wearing tank tops and sandals no matter what the weather report is. Other than that, it was really very lovely, and it seems like a totally “livable” city. Very agreeable. The highlight, from an anthropoligical point-of-view, was walking the bar strip with Jazmin and Georgie for an hour, finally deciding on what seemed like the low-key-est bar we could find, refusing to pay the $5 cover, and finally ending up at “The Bookstore Bar”; leave it to three UofC girls. Ah, well, that was a pretty good Stella I had, anyway.
* been accused of giving more attention to one of my children than the other (by Bassie, re: Dina). It’s amazing it took so long, but we talked it out, then hugged it out. All good.

I’m on a strange computer right now, so I’ll upload some fun pictures later, but I just wanted to say “I’m back”.

Lovely.

 
 

The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants= Haven’t Resented Crying So Much Since “My Girl” July 18, 2005

Filed under: reviews — Rachel @ 11:15 pm

As Georgie said, maybe it was cathartic. No, on second thought, it was just manipulative. One girl befriends a twelve year old with leukemia, another finally confronts the pain of her mother’s suicide, a third finds her inner beauty with the help of a hunk with a can’t-quite-place-my-finger-on-it unattractiveness, and, for the occular dehydration zinger, the narrator is reunited with her estranged father at his second wedding.

Still, I haven’t seen a Penny Marshall movie for a while, so I was a bit low on my “inspiring stories of strong women overcoming adversity” meter. This did the trick for a good five years.

Also, thanks to Jazmin for pointing out the offensively peppy yet outdated soundtrack (is that “Who Let the Dogs Out?” I hear?)

Rachel’s rating= **1/2