And another thing...

I have recently been reading some blogs talking about the role and presentation of women in comics. Now, being a big comic fan, and a big feminist this has set me to thinking.

I am not very good at automatically picking out the objectifying parts of the art work. I think this may be because my first reaction is oooh pretty woman, let's gaze in adoration. I usually pick things up on the second or third read if at all. Which is kinda sucky really.

Just re-read Superman: Birthright. Now, they have written a pretty good Lois in. She isn't made to look cheap, she loks like a professional adult woman. Hooray I hear you shout. But you also notice the depcition of Superman's birth mother. She lives in a very technologically advanced society. You presume they are socially advanced, have equality etc. Yet her outfit is tight around the bust and shows off half her boobs. They are the first thing you see.
Glad to see that in tomorrow's world women ares till nothing more than a set of boobs.

It was however refreshing to see a version of events which hold's that Superman's mother was the one pushing for his survival, his being sent away in the pod.

And don't get me started on Y the last man. Wonderfully written. Realistically written. Good characters. Yet none of the women seem to wear bras. Hmmmm. We need more women in comics.

*sigh*

funny that...

the biggest selling drugs are viagra and zovirax.


I found that out on yet another course work sent me on. It's nice to have real situations to apply the knowledge to. And I now am accredited to Managing Succesful Programmes Foundation level. woo-hooh!

I wish to buy some dorothy shoes. I fear I am becoming vacuous.

man, I want comments

I want to feel reaaaal popular. However, if you conisder the fact that I haven't told anyone about this blog, or at least the name and whereabouts of it, it is somewhat unlikely, hmmm?

or well. I have been plagued by ulcers. Well one anyway. But it's big and mean and ugly and was causing no end of grief. I hate the little sods. I have been getting them since I was about 11. When I would get so many I couldn't move my mouth to speak. Thankfully they are nowhere near that bad anymore. And bonjela does actually help. I have been thinking about possible causes of my ulcers and have come up with the following:
biting my lip (check), coca cola, toothpaste, acidic fruit, chemical sweets (check), stress (check),
hormonal changes caused by the bleed.

Some possible cures:
salt (no way in hell, salt water (check - sort of), bonjela, (again, a sort of check), calming down (check) and obvisouly stopping doign whatever is causing them.

Even changed my toothpaste to a lovely fennel one but I think it's still got the ingredient in it that can cause them. Arse.

Basically they can't be cured and I will suffer forever. Can't even kiss the boyfriend properly when I have them.