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So, the Borg installers were here upgrading our meters. Oddly, even though we unplugged everything in preparation for this momentous "transition", the power never went out. Either they're saving that particular bon bon of gross inconvenience for another day, or I've just found the explanation for the weird power outage of last week, when the power failed in the stove and main light for forty-five minutes, but everything else was steady as the sea.
So much for technicians knocking on doors, the unctuous little assfruits.
I'm still reading Unfinished Tales of Middle-Earth. "Aldarion and Erendis" inspires a deep and abiding urge to choke a bitch. I realize that Tolkien was writing and constructing his world when sexism was inveterate and largely unrecognized as such, but that story makes me want to eat my own teeth. If I read it correctly, Erendis is the nominal "bad guy" because she has the stones to object to Aldarion's callous disregard and abandonment of her in favor of his love affair with seafaring. Not only to object, but to leave him and live according to her own whims. I'm sorry, but if my "beloved" left me for a combined total of twenty-one years to gallivant across the oceans on exploratory cruises, I'd be pissed, too. Righteously. Marriage is supposed to be a covenant between two people that provides benefit to both. Even if you take into account the patriarchial societies in which the stories are set, Aldarion was a short-sighted idiot who failed in his marital duties and in his duty to Numenor to provide a male heir.
Aldarion thought only of his own needs and broke his promise to return to Erendis after two years. He's gone nine, yet he has the polished brass cojones to be monumentally butthurt because she didn't greet him with open arms. Well, fuck that. If my husband promised to return at the end of two years and didn't turn up for nine, I'd have a whole box of cornstarch in my britches. Especially if the delay wasn't because of capture or hardship.
Erendis has my complete sympathy, but of course, Tolkien portrays her as a controlling, castrating, man-hating, hairy-legged feminist who shuns men and raises her daughter to use them for her ends. A hairy-legged feminist who lives to rue her choice in her dotage and looks for Aldarion long after he has renounced her and left Numenor. She's so distraught at not spending her life as the bun to his royal hot dog that she drowns herself in the sea.
Oh, woe.
Oh, gag me with a plastic schlong.
Paging Mr. Tolkien. Excuse me, sir, but your wiener is showing.
So much for technicians knocking on doors, the unctuous little assfruits.
I'm still reading Unfinished Tales of Middle-Earth. "Aldarion and Erendis" inspires a deep and abiding urge to choke a bitch. I realize that Tolkien was writing and constructing his world when sexism was inveterate and largely unrecognized as such, but that story makes me want to eat my own teeth. If I read it correctly, Erendis is the nominal "bad guy" because she has the stones to object to Aldarion's callous disregard and abandonment of her in favor of his love affair with seafaring. Not only to object, but to leave him and live according to her own whims. I'm sorry, but if my "beloved" left me for a combined total of twenty-one years to gallivant across the oceans on exploratory cruises, I'd be pissed, too. Righteously. Marriage is supposed to be a covenant between two people that provides benefit to both. Even if you take into account the patriarchial societies in which the stories are set, Aldarion was a short-sighted idiot who failed in his marital duties and in his duty to Numenor to provide a male heir.
Aldarion thought only of his own needs and broke his promise to return to Erendis after two years. He's gone nine, yet he has the polished brass cojones to be monumentally butthurt because she didn't greet him with open arms. Well, fuck that. If my husband promised to return at the end of two years and didn't turn up for nine, I'd have a whole box of cornstarch in my britches. Especially if the delay wasn't because of capture or hardship.
Erendis has my complete sympathy, but of course, Tolkien portrays her as a controlling, castrating, man-hating, hairy-legged feminist who shuns men and raises her daughter to use them for her ends. A hairy-legged feminist who lives to rue her choice in her dotage and looks for Aldarion long after he has renounced her and left Numenor. She's so distraught at not spending her life as the bun to his royal hot dog that she drowns herself in the sea.
Oh, woe.
Oh, gag me with a plastic schlong.
Paging Mr. Tolkien. Excuse me, sir, but your wiener is showing.