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Transgender

There's a great series in The Guardian about a transgender woman's journey that I've been following. Unfortunately, this week's column devolved into a series of the most rage-worthy, prejudiced comments I've seen in a while. The good part, however, is how succinctly other users demolished their ill-informed diatribe. I think the UK has such a backward mentality when it comes to this issue, so I'm thankful that the paper continues backing this writer in the face of such alarmingly stupid opposition. I don't understand why there has to be opposition to what somebody else does with their body in the first place, but...

That Darned Cat

This was the situation with my cat last night. She's driving me up the wall lately. For some reason, despite her being 11, she's taken to sleeping outside of a night. I allowed this, but grew (sometimes physically) sick of the resulting carnage almost every morning: half a rabbit here, an eviscerated mouse there, an endangered vole on my doorstep. So I catch her and make her stay in as much as possible, locking her in my room with me of a night.

Except I feel she's punishing me for that, trying to suffocate me or running around the room - I dunno - in the early hours of each morning. Am so tired. :(

Babycakes

Carry on Dancing never did have a decent send-off as the players drifted aimlessly through space and time. Happily, the team has gathered for one final blowout to send it off properly, with a sparkle-free (apart from Lestat's pants) denouement at the end of the countdown at Moon. The plot was decided over tequilas one infamous night, so promises to be completely absurd. It's somehow appropriate.
 

Cooking Skillz

I made lentil soup last night and it was awesome. I'm really getting into soup lately, given how wonderfully cold summer in Liverpool has been for the last few weeks. I'm sad that I didn't try making nettle soup in spring, when it's supposedly the best time to harvest nettles. Ah, well. Some other year.