Postmodern Love Story

"'I love you' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?" - J.W.

The quote above is taken from a recent novel I read for my contemporary fiction seminar. The book is titled, "Written on the Body" and the author is Jeanette Winterson. I'm still debating weather or not I like the novel, but it definately is different from any other 'love stories' I've read. It's not a feminist piece of work, yet it's anti-romantic. It's definately original and provocatively daring, so I do highly recommend it!

The day of Disney's Cinderella is dead and long gone....in fact in the postmodern era, the prince doesn't exist, and if he does he's busy getting a manicure. So self-proclained princesses of the world, he's not coming any time soon or ever with that glass slipper of yours, so stop waiting and go out and have a martini and buy yourself 10 pairs of (fill in the blank)....because you deserve it!

i'm not very efficient with this whole blogging ordeal...

I guess it's been about 3 months since I last blogged? Okay, I know...I suck at this! BUT I was busy reading (both fiction and non-fiction works of literature) and writing essays. That's the life of an English major! Although, many times when I was reading or writing it momentaneously inspired me to think "I should really blog about this", but as usual... next week's seminars/assignments always got in the way. So this might be the first and last blog for another 3 more months?

Random thoughts which have recently come to mind...

Instant gratification is the momentary darkness between blinks, while happiness, on the other hand, is when the whole world decides to blink simutaneously.

Humanities majors are tainted...jaded...pretentious...emotionally hardened...callous...we are exposed to the works of Edward Said, Marshall McLuhan, Naomi Klein, Sally Ledger, Judith Butler, Wollstonecraft, Wilde, Swift, Faulkner, Coleridge, Keats and many others...

Again, I'm interupted by my wandering mind...Bright Eyes "Land Locked Blues" ...

And the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after '23' years I'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when I stay in one place
so I'm always pacing around or walking away...

I feel more like a stranger each time I come home...

I just want to have a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but i don't know where to...