From where I sit in, next to the big windows at Thunderbutt Coffee, I can see the corner where I wait for the bus every morning to go to work. It seems like every time I look from my writing, the bus has arrived, ready to suck up waiting passengers. But when I am out there waiting for the bus, it feels like it takes FOREVER for the bus to come.
That, my friends, is perspective.
I really need to get my hands on a copy of Town Bloody Hall, the documentary in which Mailer and Germaine Greer famously go mano-a-mano over feminism. I am starting to find that the second-wavers who were presented to me at the Ladycollege as heroes look kooky and untrustworthy. Could they be just as unreliable as the menfolk that hold us down? I am confused. I am also white, upper-middle-class, and have a soft spot for the recently departed, so maybe I'm unreliable, too.
Posted by Zerd at November 10, 2007 03:59 PM