what a bummer week. connie, my advisor, is in the hospital and possibly out for the rest of the semester. i as yet have no idea what that means for me (way to be selfish about the whole thing.) anyway, not exactly sure why, but the whole thing has shaken me pretty badly.

i should be preparing for recitation. i led one on Monday which was awful. just awful. the subject is alternative energy, and they were supposed to debate the topic. they were so quiet!! how do you force students to talk? i haven't figured it out... other than to piss them off, which i don't like doing. so i finally said "i have nothing else to say, i guess you can go." halfway through class. should i bait them, and falsely say "we need to rely solely on renewable energy, no more fossil fuels!!" but i don't think they even care enough for that. man oh man, what a week.

"What hath Candace Bushnell wrought." This is something I've been pondering lately, though I couldn't put it into words until I read a review of The Washingtonienne. SU did an article on Jessica Cutler that merited thought.

Is it possible that we are in the midst of the true sexual revolution right now, and the earlier one was just a precursor? Never before have women been able to talk about sex in such a crass, forthright, commonplace manner. It's fascinating and wonderful. But when do you take it too far? After all, the things we call "Revolutions" are usually taken too far; the French Revolution, the Bolshevik Revolution. Heads rolled, far more people were killed than was necessary.

And furthermore, how does a married woman get in on the excitement and sexual deviance? I've read Candace Bushnell and watched Sex and the City. It emboldens me to go have wild sex with some guy I don't know, but that's obviously not going to happen. Are these just the new romance novels that we mocked our mother's for reading, or is there something to be gained in this new revolution by the married folk as well as the single?