Hooray! An elegant weapon from a more civilised age.
There is nothing like a really good Brutalist building juxtaposed against the blue sky on a sunny day to make you believe in the possibility of human achievement. I love modernism. It was an ambitious time. Those buildings have integrity.
Excuse me, I need to go contemplate justice for the Bangladeshi garment workers, and also whether it's worth investing in a light box to combat Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Everything about this is wrong.
@spanish bombs The Villette recommendation nearly reached Slate levels of contrarianism. I read it in my first year of university whilst waiting for my laundry to finish, and I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it to others who are similarly committed to serious time wasting -- students, prisoners, people on bed rest . . . .
Oh gosh, the critical voice in my head is Nina Garcia! I'm pretty sure the solution is to ignore it, though. Also it's probably really just my mother.
I don't think LW2's boyfriend is depressed. He probably just has a very low libido and a lot of hang-ups/baggage/inhibitions.
I've been LW2's boyfriend, or rather, I went through a longish period in my life when I had an aversion to sex. Getting over my fear of fixing the problem was the entire battle. I did eventually work through it, and things are better, but it took a long time. My husband deserves a medal.
There is no way you can put yourself through that agony for someone who thinks that waiting for you to dump him is the solution.
Well, that was disappointing. There probably is a nuanced, thoughtful essay to be had about the issues that this incident raises -- feminism, rape culture, "outrage culture," free speech -- but this sure wasn't it. How about an interview with Asma Assad next, I feel like the one in Vogue was just too critical and didn't really get her side of the story.
Thank you for this, fascinating! All locations should be given in relation to their distance from Cardiff. Just for a change.
OMG, Septimus dies? Spoilers! To be honest, I always forget about his part of the narrative.