And girls go wild on spring break.

But not boys. Nuh-uh. Never.

All in all, it's been a sad week for feminism. My guess is it's been a sad few months, years, decades, centuries, and millennia for feminism, but I've just been noticing it more in the last week.

Old news, but a continuation of the "Things that Make me Angry" series. Apologies to those of you who've already seen this link on Ellen's journal.

Me nun proseuchou meden: hos pepromenes / ouk esti thnetois sumphoras apallage.

(Then pray no more: since there is no release for mortals from the circumstances given.)

Not that I agree, just illustrating that that Sophokles, he's going places.

"in [Missbrenner's] state of mind, he had consent"

And, of course, that's all that matters, isn't it? And, thanks to this case, new generations of young men will formulate strong, healthy ideas of what consent is, won't they?

I was unable to show off my Greek skills this weekend, seeing as I was unable to translate the motto of the University Club at Penn:

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I'm off to Pasadena and San Francisco this weekend.

Toodles.

New favorite restaurant: Hot Chocolate.

You had a good run, Moonstruck.

It is that time of the quarter again (the last time for me! tears!), and I have found twenty classes I would like to take. No, that's not an exaggeration.

Teehee.

I have absolutely no right to feel overwhelmed: I'm taking three classes, for crying out loud!