*sneezles and weasals*

I am not well.

I have a stinking head cold.

This is not fun.

This weekend will, I think, be a weekend of soup and orange juice, with liberal quantities of chocolate.

EDIT: and having just read this I now realize that I am being utterly pathetic about not wanting to go to work with a cold and that my job has surprisingly little social value. Oh goodness, this stuff is amazing.

*sneezles and weasals*

I am not well.

I have a stinking head cold.

This is not fun.

This weekend will, I think, be a weekend of soup and orange juice, with liberal quantities of chocolate.

EDIT: and having just read this I now realize that I am being utterly pathetic about not wanting to go to work with a cold and that my job has surprisingly little social value. Oh goodness, this stuff is amazing.

What is it with the Guardian lately?

I mean, really?

First we have Deborah Orr whittering about how the great flaw of feminism is that it doesn't accept that some women just want to have babies, and now apparently Caitlin Moran has written a book containing such great lines as "I don't think that women being seen as inferior is a prejudice based on male hatred of women. When you look at history" – achievements in arts, science, exploration, for instance – "it's a prejudice based on simple fact."

Is feminism's big flaw really that it is far too radical and mean and horrid and not accepting enough of a fifties model of femininity? Really?

I don't think I've felt quite so depressed since I first saw the ending of 'Basil the Great Mouse Detective'.