Stitching Leggings by Kate Nash
is my anthem at the moment. It is about the most positive I can bring myself to be.
My brain is about ready to hand in its resignation at the moment. All this reading about the oil and gas industry has left me feeling incredibly frustrated and miserable. I've been terrified of global warming since I was about 9 years old and BTN had a piece about it. So what this assignment has taught me is that at the tender age of 9, I was more intelligent than the large portion of the industry that is about to get screwed over royally in return for screwing everyone else over royally.
Also, women out there. Get angry, dammit. I know it's hard, but it's necessary. Apathy will get us nowhere. If someone calls you or someone you love by a misogynistic name, get upset. I don't care that you aren't particularly offended, you should be. Be offended of behalf of the rest of us, because it's our problem too. Those little things that don't seem to matter really, truly do, because they are part of something so much bigger.
Now I've got that off my chest, a rec. Lipstick
is Sam/Chris, and easily my favourite Life on Mars fic out there. It's very bittersweet and beautiful, and leaves me just the right amount of wibbly. Summary
Some things are never entirely unexpected.