Pink or Orange Ain't Black or White

Without the woman I can make it
But I need the girl to stay
Oh don't you let the lady take it
All away
"Turn Your Love Around"--George Benson

I finished my Science Fiction and Fantasy class final with seven minutes to spare last night.  I venerated Helen O'Loy, and compared China Mieville's Avice Brenner Cho to a vibrator.  Can't wait to see that grade!

I'm listening to a lot of EWF and George Benson today.  Thank god I have no idea where I packed my roller skates, I can just see me deciding I'm gonna "groove tonight, share the spice of life, slice it right..." and split my forehead open in the process. 

I like music that makes me feel like a girl.  I LIKE BEING A GIRL!  That was the thrust of my argument against Mieville's work, namely that he created a woman so asexual it was impossible to like her.  I've no idea if this was his politically correct idea of what womanhood is destined to become, or just that, as a man, he royally sucks at writing from the female perspective.  I find myself wondering if Embassytown would have been any more palatable written from a male standpoint.  Hard to say.  It was a struggle just to accept a race of giant, talking grasshoppers.  Eeewwww.

The assignment, and the line from "Turn Your Love Around" have me thinking about what it means to me to be a woman.  Do men really need the girl more than the woman?  Do we become ladies who take the girl away from them? 

I think we need to be all three, honestly.  A mother is a woman, and sometimes our men are sweet boys who need to be held and loved unconditionally.  Other times, they need the lady, who can charm their friends and coworkers, and get the cable guy to run that second cable even though you didn't schedule that at the time you called.  And of course, they need the little girl, who appeals to their basic desire to protect and cherish.  As for which one they need in the bedroom... well, isn't it obvious?  All three.  Sometimes at once :)

In other words, chicka, make sure you have a variety of nail polish on the vanity.  Some days are cotton candy pink, others are whorange.