Hello my loyal readers!
I apologize for my absence for the last few days as it is that time of the year where American college students across the country are shouting….”WOOOHOOO SPRING BREAK!!!”. I am not exactly expressing my excitement in the same manner, but I am doing a little happy dance at the realization that for the next week I do not have class or 500+ pages of reading to get through. In fact in is finally time to settle down for some leisurely reading
Right now I am reading “The Joy Luck Club”. I watched the movie many years ago and was eager to see how amazing the book must be, because usually movies tend to completely kill the magic of most novels(in my experience at least). So considering the amazing-ness of this movie, I figured the book must be pretty darn good.
I just finished reading “The House on Mango Street” a few weeks ago. A very simple short read. I wouldn’t call it a timeless classic or anything, but it pulled a few heart strings. Its a story written from the perspective of a young Hispanic girl living in Chicago, and the experiences of the woman around her. The book consists of several super short chapters, that seem very abstract and random but once you pick up on the rhythm of the book, its actually a pretty cool strategy of writing. Give it a read!
Die paper die!!!!
If it wasn’t for Jane Eyre, corsets, and crazy fashion – I would vow never to look at another piece of Victorian literature again, let alone take a whole class! However, these periodicals are fascinating! Paper in progress – must…..pull….through!
Well the tedious exam is over, and onto the wonderful world of Victorian periodicals! I must say, of all the things I have ever read, 18th century literature takes me the longest to get through any of the texts I have encountered. Those Victorians really enjoyed making reading a frustrating task. Or I wonder if it has to do with maintaining the claim of Aristocratic intellectual superiority…. Well I have spent countless hours over the past few months sifting through The Wellesley Index, a database of Victorian periodicals, and have narrowed my research down to understanding the marriage potential of an educated woman vs. a non-educated woman. I am applying the term ‘educated woman’ to a woman that has studied beyond her domestic sphere, and the standard ‘girl’s education’. The fascinating thing I have discovered however, is the power of the press. Publications during the late 1800s actively associate an educated woman with a negligent wife and mother. But my main concern is, how much did women contribute to this view? Was it really all men pushing this idea, or did the majority of women also withhold the capability of their own sex and surrender to the domestic spheres of Victorian society?
So, I was anticipating a massive launch of brilliantly astounding thoughts into this blog (yes I know the world has been waiting) I realized that no one has time to write the world’s most brilliant blog, let alone read it. Truth be told I have surrendered myself and my soul to the world of academia. You always assume that you’ll be different and it’s all so cliche, but you soon realize that there is a cliche for a reason….because that is the only way to succeed in graduate school! I have become obsessed with sleep, coffee, and bibliographies. I understand the obsession of sleep and coffee are oxymorons of sorts, but they don’t necessarily compliment the other…..they just create a beautiful harmonious melody that makes my brain function the way I need it to. I must now divulge into the history of linguistics thanks to a brilliant professor who enjoys giving tedious exams in graduate classes. But first, must find coffee…..