Yatttaaaaaaaaaa!

It went okay.

It's easy to forget that four years ago I wouldn't have been able to do this. My first semester, I did a paper on Korea and women and labour unions. Because I didn't have a printer, the morning of my presentation I trotted down to the local copy shop, where they told me that my disk was corrupted and they couldn't get the file. I briefly burst into tears, then told myself, it was okay, I could collect myself and still do the presentation, since I knew this information--as long as I didn't have to go first. The professor had arranged the projects by topic in a specific order, and guess what? I was first. I shook my head in terror. He insisted. I started crying again. I just couldn't do it.

And today I stood up in front of a class of much cooler people than I and told them about renaissance views of hermaphrodites and sex-changes and female anatomy.

A small reason to be proud of myself.

Lots o' Canadian animation

Right here.

And on that subject...

I randomly turned on CBC and they were showing Kiriku and the Sorceress, a excellent African animated movie. This is the same movie that wouldn't get played in American theaters because it showed some animated bare breasts, in nothing like a sexual context. Go Canada.

Someone on a panel at WorldCon mentioned "How to Suppress Women's Writing" by Joanna Russ, who writes feminist science fiction; it's really quite intriguing and horrifying at the same time, but I haven't read much of it yet. Oh, and I started Edward II by Marlowe for my Ren Lit class. I'm only at the beginning of the first act--Elizabethan prose makes my brain go ouch, even after a semester of Old English--but I love it already...