Reading Lundy Bancroft's Why Does He Do That?
about the motivations and common features of abusive men. Not a fun read.
by the brilliantly-named Terry Bolryder. It's a bestseller m/f bear shifter billionaire romance. I'm not very far in, but (with all respect to the author, who is clearly successfully filling a need for many readers and having a whole lot of fun in the process) alpha males are not my kink, and I should really
not try to read alpha m/f romance/porn at the same time as a non-fiction guide to domestic violence. So I might put it aside until I finish the Bancroft.
Still reading The Book of Margery Kempe
. Back on page 77, Margery was deathly ill, and was sad that she wouldn't get to go to Saint James of Compostela and suffer more shame there for Jesus' love, but by God's grace she recovered and was able to go on her shame trip after all.
Along the way, she was slighted by a rich shipmaster, and had the satisfaction of condemning him to eternal damnation: "Sir, if you put me out of the ship, my Lord Jesus will put you out of heaven, for I tell you, sir, our Lord Jesus has no delight in a rich man unless he will be a good man and a meek man."
Since then, Margery has been arrested and imprisoned as a heretic, which is tremendously exciting. She's interrogated about her beliefs, with cunning tactics like asking her questions in Latin to see if she'll accidentally answer and thus confirm that she knows Latin. She's thoroughly catechised, but gives perfectly orthodox answers. Perhaps... too
In York, she's arrested again, on the charge of
bringing the lolz
I mean of being a Lollard
. This means she could be burned for heresy, but Henry Bowet, the Archbishop of York, would be satisfied if she'd just go away
Margery: Can I say goodbye to my friends here first?
Archbishop: [sighing] You can have one or two days.
Margery: Let's not be hasty. I want to go talk to people about Jesus first. Also I need to go see my confessor.
Archbishop: [is getting a headache] Will you promise not to go around prosletising and chastising people?
Margery: NO. [quotes Luke 11.27-28 as evidence of God's approval of women going around in public talking
Clerks: Uh-uh-uh! She's talking about the gospel. THIS IS THE WORK OF THE DEVIL!
[they are mediaeval Catholics. Getting your religious information direct from the Bible (or direct from God, for that matter,) not from your divinely ordained priest, is deeply
One of the clerks: [quotes 1 Corinthians 14:34-35 at her]
Margery: I'm not preaching! See how I'm not in a pulpit? I'm just... communicating. About Jesus. In a beneficial and totally not disobedient to the Catholic Church way, and YOU CAN'T STOP ME. EVER.
A learned clerk: She told me the worst story about priests I ever heard. I was traumatised.
Archbishop: [rubs his temples again] I could use a laugh. All right, Margery, hit me.
Margery: By your reverence, it was just the one priest, and it was just an example
. Once upon a time there was a priest wandering in a wood, and he stumbled on a lovely garden with a beautiful pear tree in it, with flowers growing all over it. And he lay down under the pear tree and went asleep. And then up came a great big ugly bear, who shook the pear tree and knocked down the flowers and ate them all and then turned his tail end on the priest and... excreted them out again on the priest. The priest wondered what it meant. So he asked a pilgrim, and the pilgrim, who was a messenger of God, told him "you yourself are the pear tree." He's the pear tree because as a priest he does God's work, so he makes flowers. But he does it half-heartedly, and then when it's not Sunday he goes around sinning, and his sin is the bear. So he destroys his own flowers and turns them into... manure, and this will continue until he mends his ways.
Archbishop: Cool story.
Learned clerk: NO, NOT a cool story. That's horrible.
Margery: He who smelled it dealt it.
Learned clerk: [looks down, shuffles his feet]
Archbishop: Can someone please take Dame Margery away from here? I will pay cash money.
[several people raise their hands]
Archbishop: [points at one guy] All right, you. Five shillings.
That one guy: I want hazard pay. One noble.
Archbishop: Oh, come on
Margery: [cheerful] God will reward you!
Archbishop: Five shillings, and that's my final offer.
Margery: [kneels] Will you bless me before I go?
Archbishop: Ugh, okay. [blesses her]
Where things stand now: it's page 97. She went and hung out with Sleightholme, her confessor, in Bridlingham, and since then has still been in York. The Duke of Bedford has arrested her, again for heresy.
Jesus: [visits her in prison] Daughter, it is more pleasing unto me that you suffer despites and scorns, shames and reproofs, wrongs and troubles than if your head were smote off three times a day every day for seven years.
Margery: Oh good. Because I've been fantasising about that for a long time now, but I'm still not sure on the practical details of how to arrange it. But I can get people to say nasty things about me, no problem.
And now Henry Bowet's just shown up again.
Archbishop of York, to Margery: YOU AGAIN?TV and Movies
Watched the episode of My Cat From Hell in which Jackson Galaxy is faced with a condescending douche who won't neuter his cat because "As a man, I feel bad about it." But not about making very graphic threats of violence against the cat, or being determined to send the cat to a shelter (a kill one, presumably, and even if not, surely they'd neuter him) if there's no improvement.
Why doesn't he want Vincent spayed? Because it stifles the cat's natural urges. Why is he consulting Jackson Galaxy? Because Vincent is spraying everywhere, and escapes every day and gets into fights. "I just don't see how neutering him would help with that," says this walking Onion article, who is literally wearing a fedora the entire episode.Games
Still playing Pokemon: LeafGreen. At 7:38am, after staying up all night studying and cleaning and Tumblering, I'm flipping through a walkthrough for LeafGreen, and I suddenly notice that Ekans is Snake spelled backwards. THIS FUCKING GAME.
Levelled Hillary the Bulbasaur up to 35; she evolved again and is now a beautiful, powerful Venusaur. Spent most of a 2 hour 20 minute introductory accounting lecture levelling up my Magikarp (creatively named Goldie,) to level 20, at which point the totally useless Magikarp becomes a useful and awesome Gyarados. He was level 6 at the start of the lecture.
I love online learning. In a traditional classroom, it would be completely unacceptable to attend a lecture a week and a half after it happened, while lying on my back playing Pokemon while my cat licks my hair. But in online learning it's fine. Which is just as well, since I would be totally wrecked
after commuting to uni then sitting two hours and twenty minutes in a normal chair while trying to approximate socially appropriate and therefore not moving around or looking away, and then driving back home.Crafts
Tried decorating a notebook with glitter paint, inspired by something I saw on Tumblr. Results not satisfactory: next time I'll try clear glue and loose glitter. Or I might try multiple coats of the paint, maybe.
Returned to the mitred square blanket, now the weather's cooling down a bit (thank $DEITY.) Did I tell you guys about how hilariously I fucked it up before putting it aside for the summer? I'd finished another row of squares, and was casting on the next square by picking up the stitches on one side of one corner square, but I had a brain fart and picked up the stitches on both
sides of the corner, resulting in a strangely three dimensional blanket. It gave me an idea for how to do a soft knitted cube one day if I want to, though. And then I got fed up and cut it instead of unpicking it, except that I brain-farted then too, and cut through two squares instead of one. So I had to re-knit the corner square.( picture )