National Talk like a PIrate Day
Sep. 19th, 2006 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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As for myself, four years ago I went back to Oregon State University to get my degree in literature. A risky adventure for a middle-aged housewife, but honestly I was fed up with society ascribing my worth as a woman because I stayed home with the kids and cleaned a house. Never mind that I cried and rearranged the furniture every time I watched reruns of Oprah. And ate cartons of Death by Chocolate ice cream in a fit of depression because I could never--never--get my whites as bright as the commercials said they should be. Some women are perfectly happy being tablecloth wives and do a great job taking care of their houses and spouses. I know women who enjoy it and they make it look so easy, and more power to them if that's what makes them happy. But for women like me, that kind of life is soul-crushing, so I sacrificed a clean and orderly house and well manicured children in exchange for Shakespeare and Coleridge with a little Blackbeard on the side. Our house is messy. Big deal. Mom is happy. Good deal. Besides, writing a twenty-page paper on, "The Modern Literary Influences of Spenser's Fairie Queen and other Elizabethan Contemporaries" is a hell of a lot easier for me than getting that two-year old spaghetti sauce stain off the kitchen wall.
Worth reading, amusing.
As for me, I've gone back to be a teacher, but I need to get my piratical more on. VIKING ROAD PIRATE! Although two students today have called me crazy. It's going better.
http://www.keeptothecode.com/12features.html
As for myself, four years ago I went back to Oregon State University to get my degree in literature. A risky adventure for a middle-aged housewife, but honestly I was fed up with society ascribing my worth as a woman because I stayed home with the kids and cleaned a house. Never mind that I cried and rearranged the furniture every time I watched reruns of Oprah. And ate cartons of Death by Chocolate ice cream in a fit of depression because I could never--never--get my whites as bright as the commercials said they should be. Some women are perfectly happy being tablecloth wives and do a great job taking care of their houses and spouses. I know women who enjoy it and they make it look so easy, and more power to them if that's what makes them happy. But for women like me, that kind of life is soul-crushing, so I sacrificed a clean and orderly house and well manicured children in exchange for Shakespeare and Coleridge with a little Blackbeard on the side. Our house is messy. Big deal. Mom is happy. Good deal. Besides, writing a twenty-page paper on, "The Modern Literary Influences of Spenser's Fairie Queen and other Elizabethan Contemporaries" is a hell of a lot easier for me than getting that two-year old spaghetti sauce stain off the kitchen wall.
Worth reading, amusing.
As for me, I've gone back to be a teacher, but I need to get my piratical more on. VIKING ROAD PIRATE! Although two students today have called me crazy. It's going better.
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Date: 2006-09-19 11:56 pm (UTC)Ciao