well, i can’t keep away from it. i just keep going back. and she’s so rewarding. she writes frequently. she writes about personal, private things (which, in the spirit of big brother, i adore). she’s so painfully… painfully… you know, painful. it’s nice to read through her blog and suddenly feel a whole lot better about myself. i mean, she’s a total fashion victim, she has no clue about academic politics, she’s loathed by half the cultural studies nerds in australia and mistrusted by the rest and she has these hopeless crushes.
i haven’t had a crush in ages. crushes also came up on swingtalk again recently.
but i can’t really contribute. i get briefly passionate fits of admiration and hero worship occasionally, usually for middle-aged women with abominable dress sense and stunning vocabularies, but not real, honest-to-betsy crushes. i had a disturbing dream about a dear friend recently, but that’s not the same thing. that’s just disturbing (goddamn unconscious – what are you trying to tell me?).
but this chick has like three crushes on the boil. and text messaging plays a role in her love life. i don’t own a mobile, nor do i wish to, so i can’t understand this text message romance thingy. i don’t want a mobile – i like to be Unavailable. i’m more of an email girl. or an IM girl.
but it seems the Young People have integrated mobile phones indelibly into their social lives.
sigh.
i remember the days of phone cards and home cards (or whatever they’re called).
but this chick. i can’t stop reading her blog. so long as she doesn’t talk about her academic work, it’s ok reading. but i want to punch her in the head when she brings up university stuff.
let’s hope she gets bullied at the cssa conference…
but you know, i feel sorry for her. maybe i’d even like her if i knew her more? i’d certainly feel it was my duty to enlighten her re politics and, well, using her brain if i was her friend.
but i don’t have the energy for her particular brand of tragic, almost pathetic -ness. i do feel sorry for her when she goes on about her weight or how she feels she’s unattractive or ugle or whatever. that’s sad. and i want her to feel better about that stuff. but i also want her to start feeling bad about her abysmally crap knowledge of her field. honestly, she should be ashamed.
