fifteen minutes...

its cliche to say that i wish there were more hours in the day.  actually, what this means is that i am on a roll.   I can think of plenty of times when i have wished that time would just pass and when it has been an effort to do just about anything...

I am so excited: I recieved "The Complete Fairy Tales" by Oscar Wilde in the mail today.  Over the weekend i read "The Educated Imagination" and "Eccentric Glamour."  I know-- totally different.  I  loved both actually...  As a proponent of critical thinking AND imagination, the Educated Imagination was fantastic as it resonated with many of my thoughts and clarified them.   And it showed how they work TOGETHER in the writing and studying of literature... Also love the way literature is explained from the beginning of time and then "justified"... I refuse to say more as i believe arguments that are well written should be read.  Simon Doonan's "eccentric glamour" i picked up because of the pink jacket.  Whimsical, fun, random-- much better than reaching for the latest copy of Vogue.  Is it a classic?  Of course not.  But, especially in a culture obsessed with glamour and thinness and shopping is it a fun break?  Sure.  And finally, nothing makes a woman feel better about herself than a campy gay man, right?

Actually, strangely enough i was reading the book on the boat with my cousin and her 14-year old friends.  ALL OF THEM WORE BOARD SHORTS DOWN TO THEIR KNEES OVER THEIR SWIMSUITS.  ALL OF THEM.  And they were all girls (well, except for one random boy).  I always tell my aunt (and the rest of my family) that they cannot say ANYTHING to my cousins about being chubby.  Even if they are, and depending on the standards that you apply they might be or they might not be, there is already so much bloody pressure on girls to be thin that its impossible for anyone to feel comfortable in their own skin.  IMPOSSIBLE. 

15 minutes up for now...