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I've been slacking on my linkhopping tour through literary history, because I've only researched one writer in the last week, and that was Simone de Beauvoir. I guess you can count Sartre by association, but it was really focused on her.

I did that because I was reading over at oursin's place about a review of a biography of de Beauvoir and the thoughts that oursin had about it. And since my knowledge of who de Beauvoir was or did was woefully slim, I decided to go across the interwebs in search of knowledge.

What caught my eye was the basic argument that de Beauvoir was being perfectly reasonable in not running off to the U.S. and leaving her husband and the comment that she took shit for doing what men have gotten away with for centuries.

I tended to agree, but since I knew next to nothing about Sartre, de Beauvoir, or Algren, I refrained from commenting.

I think the point stands. Especially when taken generally, and not just in literature, but in the arts in general. It seems like women and by extension, their work, recieves more judgement for personal choices than men do. Especially when it comes to domestic woes concerning sex, marriage, and children.

I can think of any number of male artists, writers, actors, directors and musicians such who have basically been child molesters, rapists, thieves, and have had ungodly amounts of affairs - but they get a pass because their art was great.

I wish the patriarchy was a literal person, so there could be literal nuts that could kick with my literal foot. Literally. I'll have to settle for literarily, I suppose. Eh. Good novels last longer than testicular pain anyway.

Oh, I came here to post a poem, didn't I? I think I did.

( poem: Occupaional Hazard )

Your brayuhnz, let me pick them. Or eat. Whatever.

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