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Wah!
Well, I met with my advisor today.
(Small miracle).
I also met with Lucie (one of my un-official advisors) and Marisol (a fellow student who has more of a clue than I do, I'm quite sure).
They all had a good sharp look at my proposal.
I think I may actually need to re-write the whole bloody thing. (Only six pages, though).
Worrying Bit: Dr. G. said that the types of questions I'm asking in my response form fit the bill of women's studies more than anthropology.
Which she says is fine.
However, I'm not entirely sure what that means... I'm not asking enough about group stuff, maybe? (That's kind of what I was getting there).
Anywhoo. So what I'm worried about here is that, because of this, I may need to come up with an entirely new book-list (of 30-50 titles) in order to keep going with the angle I'm (apparently) taking.
I guess I'll find out on Monday (I'm going to try and see her again then. Wish me luck!)
Things to do:
Tomorrow: Mark the last 14 (or so) essays.
Go to class at 3pm.
Saturday: Edit Paul's Thesis. (Yeek! But it's almost done! :-)
Sunday: Go to Brunch. Meet with Marisol to discuss proposal, research, etc. Here's hoping my brain doesn't turn into soup. :-)
*****
Something that Dr. G. and Lucie were talking about to me was... This huge rift between pre-1970 and post-1970. Lucie regularly tells me that "You are very much a child of your generation" (and it shows).
And I am.
I honestly don't understand the "shame" thing associated with getting your period. I understand what it's based on. But I've never had that experience. When I read about someone getting her period and not knowing what was going on, being afraid that she was dying or something... It seems so horribly melodramatic. As in "What, you made up some horrible dramatic 'I'm so victimized by the patriarchy' story so that we'd feel sorry for you? Get over yourself!"
But, no!
That actually happened! :-\
There are women. Lots of women. Who didn't understand what the hell was going on!
How can that be???
But it is. (Or, at least, it was). If you were wearing capri pants in 1968 it was beach-wear. You wouldn't be allowed into a restaurant in such revealing clothing. In Ottawa! Only 40 years ago!
Ye Gods! :-O
Farm girls who knew all about how babies are made, and how sex works, and how babies get born (because she's been dealing with the cows since she was six)... she's not 'supposed' to have that knowledge. Or you might know all about babies from looking after your siblings for years on end, but not know a single thing about sex because We Don't Talk About That.
You had to plan your wedding so that it wouldn't happen during your period. "I'll have to check my calender" had a major extra meaning.
Wah!
This is crazy stuff!
To which I say:
Thank you, Boston Women's Health Collective.
Thank you, parents who concieved me when you did and not a moment earlier.
Thank you Ladies, for letting me born now, when I don't have to deal with all of that crap, too.
Anyway.
I'm tired, and slightly dizzy now. :-)
Time for me to go to bed. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Well, I met with my advisor today.
(Small miracle).
I also met with Lucie (one of my un-official advisors) and Marisol (a fellow student who has more of a clue than I do, I'm quite sure).
They all had a good sharp look at my proposal.
I think I may actually need to re-write the whole bloody thing. (Only six pages, though).
Worrying Bit: Dr. G. said that the types of questions I'm asking in my response form fit the bill of women's studies more than anthropology.
Which she says is fine.
However, I'm not entirely sure what that means... I'm not asking enough about group stuff, maybe? (That's kind of what I was getting there).
Anywhoo. So what I'm worried about here is that, because of this, I may need to come up with an entirely new book-list (of 30-50 titles) in order to keep going with the angle I'm (apparently) taking.
I guess I'll find out on Monday (I'm going to try and see her again then. Wish me luck!)
Things to do:
Tomorrow: Mark the last 14 (or so) essays.
Go to class at 3pm.
Saturday: Edit Paul's Thesis. (Yeek! But it's almost done! :-)
Sunday: Go to Brunch. Meet with Marisol to discuss proposal, research, etc. Here's hoping my brain doesn't turn into soup. :-)
*****
Something that Dr. G. and Lucie were talking about to me was... This huge rift between pre-1970 and post-1970. Lucie regularly tells me that "You are very much a child of your generation" (and it shows).
And I am.
I honestly don't understand the "shame" thing associated with getting your period. I understand what it's based on. But I've never had that experience. When I read about someone getting her period and not knowing what was going on, being afraid that she was dying or something... It seems so horribly melodramatic. As in "What, you made up some horrible dramatic 'I'm so victimized by the patriarchy' story so that we'd feel sorry for you? Get over yourself!"
But, no!
That actually happened! :-\
There are women. Lots of women. Who didn't understand what the hell was going on!
How can that be???
But it is. (Or, at least, it was). If you were wearing capri pants in 1968 it was beach-wear. You wouldn't be allowed into a restaurant in such revealing clothing. In Ottawa! Only 40 years ago!
Ye Gods! :-O
Farm girls who knew all about how babies are made, and how sex works, and how babies get born (because she's been dealing with the cows since she was six)... she's not 'supposed' to have that knowledge. Or you might know all about babies from looking after your siblings for years on end, but not know a single thing about sex because We Don't Talk About That.
You had to plan your wedding so that it wouldn't happen during your period. "I'll have to check my calender" had a major extra meaning.
Wah!
This is crazy stuff!
To which I say:
Thank you, Boston Women's Health Collective.
Thank you, parents who concieved me when you did and not a moment earlier.
Thank you Ladies, for letting me born now, when I don't have to deal with all of that crap, too.
Anyway.
I'm tired, and slightly dizzy now. :-)
Time for me to go to bed. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
