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I just saw one of the worst 'horror' movies ever produced (they play an evil video game! That kills! oh, the originiality!), and I was mostly shocked by the familiar faces - I mean, Milo Ventimiglia! Dead in the first five minutes! Frankie Muniz - oh, ok, I wasn't surprised to see him in this crap film. Sophia Bush, who I only know as Chad Micheal Murray's JAILBAIT EX-WIFE, but still! And... other less interesting people.

BUT REALLY. WHY DO THESE PEOPLE SIGN UP FOR THIS KIND OF CRAP? I know, I know, one has to eat and yadda yadda, but I'd honestly prefer being an extra or Abuse Victim and/or Cokehead #45 in ER or Law and Order, than this. Really.

Also, my left ear is kinda ringing which is just ODD and which probably means that I'm coming down with a cold. DO NOT WANT.

And now I have to go do my watercolor homework, I guess. Ugh.

I'm noticing a trend, as of lately. I'm not sure if it's because I've been mainly reading classics in English and contemporary literature in Spanish as of lately, but... women are sometimes better written by Spanish-speaking authors than by their English counterpart. I am not generalizing, okay? I can't say this ALWAYS happens, because it doesn't. But. In pretty much all of the books in Spanish I've been reading for the last, what, year and a half? Women are, if not the main characters, the main drive of the story, what makes it tick. It's not always good women, or even smart or compassionate or kick ass women, but mainly, strong, real human beings.

I have the feeling this has a lot to do with upbringing. Women are a weird dichotomy for men, here in Latin America. There's few places where there's more machismo than in here, and yet, we worship the Virgin Mary and assorted female saints more than we do God, and the worst insult possible is 'puta madre' or 'chinga tu madre' (according to locality) - you do not mess with the women in someone else's life, that's something you learn from birth, which is both degrading and uplifting and so very confusing, much like this place. That's why I've never really gotten the 'and your mother' jokes in the US - it IS serious business in here.

A year ago, an Italian singer bitched about how Mexican women were ugly and had moustaches (lol). There was an OUTRAGE. Women mostly snickered, but men? Men started demanding the dude would never again step on Mexican soil. There's a certain fascination with all things female in here, that steems from the total worshipping we have of mothers in here.

( So I guess... it reflects in literature? )

Mmm, I'm not sure I'm explaining myself all that well. SO ANYWAY. Rec me good books in English that feature that feature women so wonderful it hurts? Because I know they're out there, but I sure haven't been reading them as of lately. Woe.

I'm making progress. I only sniffed a couple of times. And there were not too many tears. Um. Both of my parents really liked the ending, too.

Another thing to love about the Life on Mars finale: The wonky camera angles, yay. Yes, I'm one of those souless people that liked the finale. So sue me.

( thinky thoughts about it? )