Sometimes, there are things you might not read/listen to/bake unless someone pointed you in that direction. Like this article which is from a blog with an unusual name, and about a topic that might stir up some disdain. I’m not sure what I think about the premise, but it has me thinking. It’s a quick read, but if you don’t even have time for that, here’s the paragraph that sums it up:
A much bigger plague among young women than poisoned apples or evil stepmothers, as far as I’m concerned, is the hope of earning a man’s affection. You can convince, guilt or trick someone into being with you, but not into loving you. Not even by rescuing or fixing them. Prince Charming’s allure as an adult isn’t the tiara, it isn’t even about his ability to build us moats, it’s the idea that the only thing he needs from you is you. If I dare re-frame a damsel in distress as a lady willing to wait for a suitor with his act together, would you agree that she’s setting a good example?
You might hesitate to pick up a 600+ page novel about surgeons. The cultural aspects are interesting, but it really is the medical writing that makes those pages fly. I love capping a long day of school by crawling into bed and reading page after page of surgery (the vena cava repair was tops).
Speaking of medical goodness, doesn’t Call the Midwife sound like a reality tv show? Luckily for me, it’s actually a BBC dramatization of memoirs, set in East London. It’s raw, and it’s gorgeous.
Another thing you might not jump at is a recipe that asks you to put strawberries in the oven. But this was excellent.
Oh, and my actual cup of tea right now? I start most mornings with this– smoldering, strong, and sweet.
(I’m not endorsing any of the above- just telling you what I’m thinking about. They do have bits I’ve skipped [except the tea, which I drain to the dregs], and plenty I’ve disagreed with. As the opening to Call the Midwife will tell you: discretion is advised.)