Days of Squirrel nutters and porn stars

This will be a mighty quick post because. . .well, because.  Give me a break.  It’s after 11:30 on a Saturday night and sometimes, a girl just needs to take it easy.

So here’s the quick and easy method of posting:

Things accomplished in the jobby-job: Got confirmation of my first real client’s intention to sign with us.  Can I get a WOOT?  Responded to e-mails.  Pushed some paper around.

Writerly accomplishments: I spent a heck of a lot of time in front of the “writing/publishing” bookshelf at Barnes and Noble, researching for a post I plan to write for my writer’s group blog.  Yep, that’s about it.

What else did I do with my day? Well, I slept late trying to rid myself of a headache, woke up grumpy, struggled to pull myself together in order to leave the house, activated the highest setting on the Ultrasonic Box of DOOM, had a leisurely lunch, read a good bit of “Alice I Have Been” by Melanie Benjamin, tootled around town searching for Wi-fi in a place not crawling with children, and attended a lecture on the adult porn industry.

Yeah, you didn’t see that last bit coming, I bet.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about the lecture and the discussion after.  I attended to support a good friend, who was the main organizer of the event.  The presenter really pushed a lot of buttons, not only for me, but for most of the crowd.  She basically stated that pornography of any sort is a blight on our society, and is the root cause of most of the rapes and violence toward women.  She very much took a stance of superiority, and left no room for opposition.  The promotional material made it obvious that the lecture would lean toward a feminist ideology, but it seemed that most of the feminists in the room (me included) were pretty pissed off by her attitude and approach.  She alienated many of the men in the room, and at least one stood up and walked out.  I was a little concerned that a lynch mob might break out.  I wasn’t entirely sure that I wouldn’t have participated.  The discussion was heated at times, and I didn’t think that the presenter did a very good or fair job of moderating.  I left the event happy that my friend had a success as far as attendance and engaged participation, but I was disturbed.  I probably was meant to be.  I may blog about it later at greater length – or I might not.  I think I need to sleep on it.

Anyhoo.  It made for some interesting conversation with Honey over dinner.

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About Sarah Familar-Ragsdale

Sarah Familar-Ragsdale is a writer and poet, a shameless multi-tasker, and a lover of good wine, lyrical prose, foot rubs, adrenaline rushes, and sweet tea. She can't remember a time when she didn't want to be a writer, and some of her favorite childhood memories involve an old IBM typewriter and stacks of onionskin paper. Her professional life has followed a meandering path - she has been a licensed Charleston tour guide, a metaphysical bookstore owner, and a minister to an eclectic spiritual community. These days, when she isn't trying to wrap up her on-going novel projects or making attempts to seduce the muses of poetry, she follows her other great soul calling as a certified Life Coach and spiritual mentor. Sarah lives at the edge of an under-tended garden in Charleston, SC with the love of her life and their two fur-children, Chaucer and Stella Maris. To find out more about Sarah's Life Coaching services, visit ElementalLifeCoach.com.
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2 Responses to Days of Squirrel nutters and porn stars

  1. Matt says:

    WOOT! for the jobby-job stuff!

    SO grateful that you were there for the lecture. I was … concerned about the turnout, but that part of it was awesome sauce. As for the lecture itself, I must quote Dorothy from The Golden Girls: “You know, she had me in her corner right up until the end.”

    Cue to 8:00

  2. Angela says:

    hmmm Interesting. I really wanted to attend. That kind of lecture is right up my alley. I would love to hear about it at greater length.

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