Posts by Emma Hart
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I was going to say that some of the songs might have been racist but it seems the songs were more disturbing than that.
Wow. So you could buy the record, but not the book...
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Are books ever removed from the banned list?
People can apply to have decisions reviewed, which is why towards the end of the list some books are appearing multiple times. But unless somebody actively takes an interest in doing that, I believe they just sit there.
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If I need to retire to the loo to get changed, what on earth does it matter to someone else?
I totally get the difference between privacy and shame, though it's very hard to distinguish from the outside. But I don't think it's quite that 'this is just me' simple. It wasn't me, after all, who taught my daughter to be ashamed of her body, but her peers - most of whom through a quirk of demographics come from evangelical families. Our attitudes to our own bodies do rub off on strangers - but I don't mean that to in any way imply that I think anybody has an obligation to behave in a way that makes them uncomfortable, because like anything else it's about trying to remove stigma from one choice, not add it to another.
When it comes to privacy, my body may be in my sharing folder, but that doesn't mean that an awful lot of other things aren't.
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Do they have shoes and margaritas in hell?
They appear to have pretty much all my favourite people, which is recommendation enough in itself.
Though I think I get some karma-credit for not hitting on Megan when she fed me that fabulous straight line up there.
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It's cleaner and more strict than dominatrix, and probably wears a tailored shirt in a narrow sky-blue stripe. It may use wooden rulers.
Not that I've spent any time thinking about this.
I think she might wear this...
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This peppered talk of frontage is nothing more than a carefully designed teaser publicity campaign, innit?
Um, yeeesss. Not an indication of how many of my conversations are naturally about tits.
wearing a bra cos it looks good in photos? Smacks of shallow shit.
And shallow is bad, right? Because... Hells, we're all shallow about something, and shallow is often a doorway to easy happiness. I felt better in hospital once I was allowed to put on my favourite nightie. I kept telling people I was the Grace Kelly of Neurology - alright, from slightly after the car accident, but still.
I don't give a rat's about my feet, or my wrinkles or my grey hairs, but I do about my chest. Yes it's mostly good genes, but so is my intellect and I'm allowed to be proud of that.
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No, because the sight of you winding up to say something would freeze a polar bear's blood
Can we pretend Moz and I have never met? No?
Although the idea of hiring you as a bodyguard does have its attractions...
It'd be a great excuse to dress like this. The eyepatch is even on the right side.
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futzing around with getting changed under the cover of towels and school uniform.
This came back to me last night during Outrageous Fortune, while watching Shane Cortese slide from under a sheet to under a towel with a smoothness that made me actually applaud.
Which is miles better than US sitcoms, where even when a couple are in bed having just had sex, the man will be wearing a t-shirt. You can't even see male nipples on the telly before 9:30 any more.
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I found my purple suede fringed go-go boots, inherited from my husband's grandmother. Would they be Emma's Worst Shoe Nightmare?
They sound FABulous.
But mainly it's because of the Judgeypants thing. I think I need to harden up.
I'm considering hiring myself out as a bodyguard to protect women from other women. I suspect I'd hardly ever have to actually say anything ("Hey, did you see that movie Heathers? Fuck that was funny. You're not, you're just a try-hard bitch."), it'd just be a matter of my presence giving someone else the confidence to go home dry. Or perhaps I'm just being overly optimistic thinking the fear of Judgeypants is much worse than the actual judging once everyone involved is over sixteen.
I'm pretty sure the fear is worse than the judging when it comes to breast-feeding in public. In two years, I never received one negative comment or disapproving stare.
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'm not from a family of actors - we're all just completely immodest. I'm always extolling the virtues of nakedness - more to women, and more as a political statement about loving your body, but still.
I've been saddened to see my daughter adopt what seems to be the 'proper' shame about her body, and it clearly comes from her peer group. She used to love swimming, and now it makes her feel all insecure. At least she's got my alternate example sticking an oar in - she has come home to find the dining table covered in photos of my chest.
With actors and doctors and tattooists, my attitude is that they're professionals and I expect them to be professional. While there's a degree of self-protection, there's an implicit assumption in every offer of a female practioner that I'm straight and they're straight. Likewise, gender-divided changing room only make sense from a heterocentric point of view.