So I've been thinking a lot about chick films recently and pondering why they're so universally sneered at. The answer, of course, is that women like it and men don't. The continuing social inequality that yawns between the genders means that what men like is elevated while what women like is devalued.
Cooking is a chore when women do it, an art form when men do it.
And after a few minutes of contemplating this, I usually work myself into a full-scale feminist snit. A July article in the online magazine Salon chronicled a number of diarists who are calling it quits, saying simply that there's no purpose in their writing any longer. Meaning I have no business writing about it here. Which is why this has to stop. But a few hundred people still consider online journaling worthwhile.