In the post, “Technology Doesn’t Always Make Something Better”, I get into what I love and hate about my Kindle.
There is one point of awesomeness I neglected. And, like most ideas, I remembered it in the shower.
Back in my college days, I was reading an amazing book, all about being an empowered woman, called . . . wait for it . . . and cover your eyes if you are easily offended (is there a way to whisper in type?) C*nt.
That was it. Simply one word. Controversial, and to many, one of the worst words in the English language. After ‘moist,’ of course.
How awesome would it have been if there were tablet devices back then to read on? I could read without anyone seeing the title, or having to hide the book inconspicuously behind a magazine or book cover. Because even in the privacy of my own home, it was a problem. For my sister. Who is now a Pastor. Like, a church Pastor. A real one. Seriously. (Um, she totally judged the book by its cover, by the way.)
The book was great, and I learned a lot as a budding woman. (What does it say about me that the thing I remember most from that book was an anicdote about a woman who could have an orgasm on a bus ride, without any other passengers being aware?)
P.S. C*nt, by Inga Muscio
P.P.S. One of the most magical things ever in my life happened after that post. Jill Mansell came to my blog and left a comment. Jill Mansell, people. Jill Fracking Mansell. I still can’t believe it. Wait, what’s that? You can’t believe it either? Just look. 15th down on the list, baby. And it is really her! I know this because I checked my dashboard immediately after her comment posted and there was only one hit on my blog so far that day and it was from the UK. I can die now. I can die. When I am on my deathbed, I will be thinking, Jill Mansell came to my blog, and then breathe my last breath with a smile on my face.
I know this. I know this the way I know that Tom Selleck can rock a mustache.
P.P.P.S. Dude, Zemanta totally suggested my original post as a related article. Awesome.