Five whole days later and the Paolo Roberto interview where he talks about how different men and women are, you know, in the BRAINS (also known as teh stupid that wouldn't DIE) has reached all the way to the British Islands. Well, it has reached the twin, anyway.
The twin: So I surfed around on some swedish blogs today…
Me: Oh honey, no….
The twin: Why are people jumping with joy over this interview? How are those crazy theories on how he can SEE how different men and women are by just LOOKING at them with his own all-knowing EYES, any different from what shortsighted antifeminists have bleated on about since the dawn of time? Even though so far everything they have claimed to be UNQUESTIONABLE BIOLOGICAL truths have been proven embarrassingly easy for people to change.
Me: Look, I could explain the current Swedish antifeminist climate to you, but frankly I'd rather kill myself with the computer cord.
The twin: No, but how-
Me: And then a week later, my dead, rotting, fly-infested body is found by a neighbour who notices the smell and-
The twin: Fine! Nevermind. Jeez.
I'm currently in the middle of a Torchwood-marathon. Yes, it's all very 2007.
Dear Captain Jack Harkness,
Thank you for being an unbelivably beautiful man and for kissing all those other beautiful men on Torchwood. It almost makes up for the fact that you never made out with David Tennant on Doctor Who. Almost.
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