So, I've known for a long time that I've got this soft spot for strong women. Not just "I'm an independent adult" strong women, but the really strong women who come off as bitches half the time. I love 'em. I tend to have a moderating effect on them, mainly because I think even strength has to be displayed politely. Also, there's a strong difference between loosing your mind in public on someone (drama queen) and not putting up with crap (strong woman). But my "special" list is reserved for those who I've seen, in the privacy of their home, or in some special other forum, loose their shit on someone who totally deserved it. You know the sort of thing: She says something, and you're stuck between covering your mouth and saying, "I can't believe you just said that out loud..." and nodding and saying, "That's totally right." I just added someone to that list tonight. In a long-story-short sort of vein, this...
I read a lot of Warren Ellis's work. He does a piece called The Ministry that I enjoy reading, and in it he talked about "public intellectuals" and what that meant to him, and basicly concluded that they are writers who talk about the world in a public forum. People who anser the questions, "Where am I? What do I think the world looks like?" Which are good questions. Interesting to me, because I've struggled with a single over-arching problem for the entirety of my writing career: That I have nothing profound to say. I'll never write a Transmetropolitan or a V for Vendetta, or even a Preacher. I just don't have anything profound to say about the world I'm living in. Where I am right now is the cusp of, I dunno, adulthood I guess. Maybe middle age, but that's more depressing. I'm just starting to build a life where I'm responsible, thinking about things like buying a house and starting a family. I'm looking at work as ...
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