Amelia

...Kyra Sedgwick is one wicked actress. Now this post isn't so much about the Emmys as much as it is Kyra's character Brenda Johnson on "The Closer".

I have a tiny confession to make first and that is this: I loathe southern accents. I resent myself for this but I even make an attempt to avoid the south, period. I mean all the manniersms and formalities and even the mind-set. Well...I can't get past it. It's mostly the accent though. I had a three hour layover in Georgia last week and I couldn't wait to get out of there. This all makes me very sad.

But I have to give kudos to Sedgwick for doing an outstanding job playing the role of Brenda Johnson. The character is so unexpected, refreshing, and spot-on. I can't stand the mannerisms, the accent, or that polite formal smile she always has plastered on her face but I sort of love her character anyways and appreciate how much it contrasts with her rather ambitious inner bitch. She gets the job done and she doesn't take crap from anyone.

“This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution. Sex and race because they are easy and visible differences have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labor in which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen or those earned. We are really talking about humanism.”

-Gloria Steinem

Now my tad obsession with the new release V for Vendetta may not go completely unmentioned in this entry. A bunch of my friends been joined in with my being totally obsessed with it and one of the songs towards the end credits happens to quote Gloria is a sort of techno gig (which I really need to add to my music library). My friend was talking about how great and profound it was and I agreed and nodded in that knowing way I usually do and pointed out that it was one of the most famous feminist quotes of all time. It was pretty ironic because he doesn’t take too kindly to feminism. He doesn’t fight back against it necessarily but he’s in that position to think, “It’s done, over, and taken care of.” I brought up an argument that racism was done with too but my sarcasm was not noted and I turned out to not be very popular that day. Once I noted that it was a feminist quote though, he seemed to disregard its importance and almost discredit it.

I like how I look, mostly. I have a pretty face, really good eyes, and my hair is gorgeous when I actually take the time to maintain it. I don’t like my teeth though. They’re big and I have an overcrowded mouth and my gums show a lot. But then you go down and there’s my shoulders. I have a bit more muscle in them than I’d like because I danced for a long time and developed the wrong muscles. Rather than working my back to hold my arms up, I used my shoulders. It makes for an interesting neckline though and even if they don’t belong there I’m sort of fond of them. Then there’s my boobs…those awkward things that seem to weigh me down but still make a lovely shape. I just recently found out that I was indeed a size C convinced I was an A. I don’t know if it was denial or plain lack of common sense. I didn’t want big boobs but now I know I have ‘em and they’ve grown on me—no pun intended. My rib cage is a bit wider than I like and with that layer of muscle that’s just turned into flab but I’m not too self-conscious about it. I mean…I’m relatively skinny but still with proportions. I don’t like it all the time. Sometimes I wish I was more fully developed and other times (usually in dance) I wish I was skinny and flexible. But that doesn’t get to me too much. None of that gets to me. I like to think I’ve always been relatively comfortable with how I look. I mean I’m pretty. I don’t mean to sound stuck-up about it, I just mean…I’d be a whiny pick fool to not think it. I’ve never had many problems with my upper body.

So I'm sure some of ya have heard the name Joy Williams and some of you haven't. As a point of reference she's sort of the latest christian popstar singer. I'm not a huge fan but my sister is and our families know eachother. Anyway we went to eat at her Mommy and Daddy's house one day down at Mount Hermon. My claim to fame? Meh...

So while we were packed in this house of God, my siblings and I happened to be in the living room randomly discussing due to lack of internet or gaming console, and we struck up a bit of conversation that might have better been put off until we got home. It seems worth sharing though I think. To add to the context, Joy's dad happens to be a big hunter. He had pelts and deer heads everywhere. It put my green nature on edge sort of. They seemed unusually accustomed to it though. "The hollow of death," seemed a fit name to me. Anyways, from there stemmed this conversation.

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So my entries did not get up here in time before I was whisked away to Bible camp. I feel the need to apologize and will make an attempt to make my late start introduction work.

Yo. I'm Rain aka Lia aka Happy Camper on a variety of sites out there on the world wide web. I enjoy walking around barefoot, thinking, whining to God, getting angry at traditional views, throwing paint against walls, writing, and gaming.

A few disclaimers I feel I must put up:

Yes, I am Christian. Forgive me. I hate big-time televangelists as much as the next person. But I don't consider my faith to be about conversion as much as I do conversation.