Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Exam 2: Tired

Today's exam didn't go as well as Monday's, but I wasn't expecting that because Monday went well. I spent a little too much time figuring out which questions I wanted to answer — nothing initially jumped out at me and there were too many that I could have answered okay but not fantastic. As it was, I still wrote 10 pages, but the first response was a little unfocused (too much information struggling to get out) and the second response a little thin. Nonetheless, I can address these issues in the oral exam later.

Just very tired afterwards. Had trouble sleeping last night and was awoken two hours early this morning by the dripping of my window (no, it's not fixed yet). Did go back to sleep but it wasn't the same.

Have a plan for tomorrow, a list of things I want to do to prepare for exam 3. If I finish early enough, I'm going to reward myself and go shopping on Whyte Ave. Gravity Pope awaits.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Don't marry a troll who writes for Forbes.com

Some friends and I have been exchanging e-mails today about last week's infamous Forbes.com story entitled "Don't Marry A Career Woman." I didn't particularly want to give it any more attention (I originally stopped reading by paragraph 2), but I need to get this out of my head before I can start reviewing for exam 2 tomorrow.

The gist of the story, which appeared last week and sparked a firestorm (firestorm, I tells ya) of controversy in the blogiverse is that marrying a career woman (defined as someone with college education who works more than 35 hours a week and makes more than 30K USD a year) is more likely to lead to cheating, divorce, less children (though not everyone would see this as a bad thing) and (insult of insults) an untidy home.

I haven't bothered to Google this story to see all the responses online, but of particular note is this response in Slate and a response incorporting Jane Austen in 3 Quarks Daily (and yes, the Mary of Comment #6 is me). The 3QD response contains several errors regarding Austen's marriage prospects (the Cambridge reverend is pure speculation, and no one knows exactly the extent of Austen's relationship with Tom Lefroy), I'm willing to overlook them for the general quality of the argument.

As for the original article, I congratulate the Forbes.com writer on his excellent use of rhetoric to provoke a reaction. He puts the most inflammatory statements first and then "supports" them with vague references to studies even though no specific statistics are provided (it's always "more likely" or "less likely") or scientists quoted. I agree with Shafer that the Forbes author deliberately misinterprets many of the studies as pertaining to career women when they are actually about career parents of both sexes.

The story itself, I believe, is a ploy to get more people to check out the site (it worked) and therefore increase web traffic and ad revenues. Peter Edmunston's article from the New York Times places this latest article in the context of a series of provocatively headlined articles that would never have been published in the print version of Forbes. This makes the article no better than the postings by "trolls" in forums and message boards, postings that deliberately express a strongly contrary opinion merely to stir up trouble (thus the web term "don't feed the troll").

If indeed this was a ploy to generate controversy and web traffic, it lamentably did so by exploiting centuries-old anxieties about powerful women, implying that societies will suffer and men will be punished if we let women have educations, careers, and control over their reproductive capabilities. Everyone (men and women) suffer when such a purposely inflammatory article gains credence. The fact that the reiteration of gender stereotypes seems to have been used to increase profit is just shameful.

And now, everyone, let's make like that Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode where all the giant advertising icons came to life and Paul Anka has to write a jingle to stop the destruction: Just Don't Look.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Exam 1: Rocked

Just coming down off the high you get when you know--just KNOW--that you did something well. Exam one was 11 full pages, typed, double-spaced and I had five minutes left over (wasn't rushed at all). It's amazing how focused you can become; all I noticed in the room was my exam paper and the computer--I barely even looked down at the keyboard. I made arguments, I backed up my claims with examples from novels, and I had time to proofread. I feel very good about the first set.

The plan for tonight is to decompress, rest, have dinner, watch Project Runway (which I downloaded last night) and go to bed at a decent hour. Tomorrow I will review for exam two.

Today's good exam was not foreshadowed by last night's mini-adventure. Last night I had the most difficult time sleeping because I was coughing so much (still a little sick). Drinking water seemed to make things worse, and I had no cough syrup at home. By the time it was 2 a.m., I knew that if I didn't do something, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. So I checked online and learned that the Shoppers Drug Mart three blocks away was opened 24 hours (how come I never noticed that before?). So picture Mary getting dressed and going out at 2 a.m. to buy cough medication the night before her first exam. I didn't hestitate about the medication, either--I bought the extra-strength stuff. It worked and I got enough sleep, thankfully. Oddly, there was still a pharmacist working the overnight shift at Shoppers. Guy seemed a little bitter about his job; he wasn't very helpful.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Night Before Exam 1

I have a little less than 18 hours until I write my first of three exams. Am I panicking? Um... no. I'm starting to think that I've gotten so good at repressing my panic that I'll never be able to feel agitated again. Also, I suspect that if I were to start panicking, I wouldn't be able to stop and everything would go to shit.

I feel ready. I feel calm. I've packed my bag for tomorrow (water, chocolate, hoodie, scrap paper, pens, wet naps, plus some tissues and Halls in light of my cold). I've reviewed so much that the last thing I want to do right now is read my notes over.

My plan tonight is to go for a walk (because I cannot stay in this apartment any longer) as soon as my laundry is done (waiting for dryer), and then come home, hang out, and go to sleep.

Tomorrow, we write!

Jane Austen: Action Figure

Had dinner with Nat and Doarcey last night, who were in town to see Arone's play at the Fringe Fest. As a good-luck-on-exams present, they gave me this:

The Jane Austen Action Figure is smaller than you'd expect (she stands at a little less than 5.5 inches) and does indeed come with a detachable copy of Pride and Prejudice, a quill pen, and a little writing desk. You can move her arms at the shoulders and elbows, and turn her around at the waist.

I'm debating whether or not to bring her with me to the exam, and also where to keep her once exams are done. Home? Office?

At any rate, many thanks to DarNat, who found her in Victoria on their recent trip.

Squee!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Becoming Jane Rage

From austenblog, a link to the Flash-based Hanway Films, which seems to the British PR company for Becoming Jane, the rather dreadfully-anticipated biopic of Jane Austen coming out next year. Alas, the firm's materials on the movie only increase the dread.

To get to the Becoming Jane synopsis, click on "Our Films" and then "Current Films". The synopsis is enough to give one a coronary, not only for messing up Austen's age the year the story is set, but also for erroneously stating that Austen's sister is married (she never did), for combining elements of Pride and Prejudice (Mr. Collins, anyone?) and Northanger Abbey into what is ostensibly a life story, and for using not one but TWO clichés consecutively: "A cat and mouse game ensues, sparks fly, and over the summer they fall in love." God, who writes this dreck?

To add insult to injury, check out the press release about how Miramax has picked up the North American distribution rights. Click on "Hanway Press" and then the second article from the top, titled "Miramax Awed by Austin [sic]". Seriously? You're promoting the film and you can't get the titular character's name right in a press release?

I've clicked around the site some more, but I can't find an ad for a fact-checker or proofreader anywhere.

Mmm... phlegmy

Five days to go before my exams, and I'm a little sick. Sore throat, phlegmy, tired. A sign to take better care of myself. I'm liquifying and taking Advil. Also typing in short, staccato sentences. What happened to all my conjunctions and clauses?

And now, for something completely different.