“Polka Will Never Die.”


Okay, so I am currently reading my way through the Dresden Files. It’s a good series. It’s quite funny and you can definitely tell that it was written by a geek with all the little references in there. Also, reading the books doesn’t feel like a chore and quite often I find finishing the books quicker than I thought I would.

For those who don’t know, the Dresden Files follows the life of Harry Dresden, Chicago’s only wizard private investigator and his friends as (Including Mouse. Who is the best dog ever.) he solves crimes and battles with supernatural creatures such as demons, vampires and fairies. It’s not the genre I usually read. Urban Fantasy is just not something that I have much interest in. Like Sci Fi, I prefer watching it to reading it. Also, I tend to stay away from crime genres due to the over saturation of crime shows on TV. (Castle is pretty much the only one I can stomach since the writing has gotten lazy on Sherlock. Also Nathan Fillion.)

Yeah so this happened.

Yeah so this happened.

But the think that intrigues me the most about the series is how Jim Butcher uses Harry’s sexism as a character flaw. As a character, Harry acknowledges that his attitude towards women and wanting to protect them is wrong, but he just can’t help himself. It’s why we get detailed descriptions of women’s bodies, especially when he meets a female character for the first time. Also there is the fact that he hasn’t gotten laid in a very long time (though there is a very good reason why.) so it would make sense for him to notice women’s bodies more.

But it’s not just that. It’s the fact that his sexism gets him into a lot of trouble, causing him to get one of his former apprentices killed and straining his relationship with his best friend, Karin Murphy. It’s also led him to make stupid decisions and getting him badly injured on multiple occasions. (Butcher seems to like beating his main character up a lot.) His sexist attitudes are heavily criticized in the books both by the character himself and his female friends. Karin Murphy will almost always call him out on his sexist behavior, mostly because she is a cop who is surrounded by men in the workplace and experiences it all the time. (She also has to work twice as hard to get the same respect a man would get normally. Hmmm, I wonder what that feels like.)


Another reason why I like the books is that all the (even female) characters are well rounded. Whilst some of them do fit into stereotypes in some ways, it’s often that stereotypical trait that leads them into trouble. For example, Harry’s love interest, Susan comes across as the typical annoying reporter who will do anything to get a juicy story. However, it is this trait that leads her into danger and ultimately ends her relationship with Harry.

I don’t know, I think it’s just nice to see sexism used as a character flaw. It’s nice to have it criticized in a way that doesn’t feel like someone is hitting you over the head with it with a giant mallet. In honor of Mouse, here is a picture of a Tibetan Mastiff.



Going Home for a Week…

Okay, so I missed last week’s post. In defense I was quite busy, but more on that later. Anyway, I’m not sure what this post was going to be about. I had something completely different in mind. But I can write about that another week.

So in other news, I finished my internship. It was a shame because I’ve learnt loads from doing it and I feel it’s improved my writing a lot — both in recognizing the words and phrases I use all the time and writing to a specific audience. (Normally, I just write for the hell of it and hope that people like it.) And hopefully, these skills will help me get a job. I dunno, we’ll see…

But I am going to miss going into the office and do work that I actually enjoyed doing. It was good to not get yelled at the moment I walked through the door or for something that was not my fault. (Something that happens a lot in retail, unfortunately. I don’t think people appreciate how stressful a retail job can be, especially when you have to deal with awkward customers who think you’re fobbing them off when you aren’t) But I guess I can’t work for free my whole life otherwise I’d end up desperately poor. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find paid work that I enjoy.

Anyway, after my internship finished. I went back home for a few days. Mostly to see my brother on his birthday and to catch up with friends. It’s good to get away from London sometimes. As much as I love living here (even though it’s expensive.) it is nice to get away from the city and breathe some less polluted air. It was great to catch up with my friends, many of whom I haven’t seen for a good few months and have a laugh. (Big plus: It wasn’t awkward.) Also it was good to get absolutely spoiled by my parents (That is one of the major perks of moving out, when you come home to visit, you get spoiled.) and to sit in front of the TV, cuddling the cat. (I miss having a pet in the house. Unless, you count my housemates… just kidding.) I also managed to squeeze some writing in too.

I’m not really sure where this post was going. I guess it’s just good to go home for a few days and catch up with the people you’ve known for years and see how much your home town has changed since you’ve last been there. (I can’t believe they’ve finally knocked down the old college.) It’s a weird feeling, coming home after a few months of being away. It’s like someone’s come along and altered your memory of the place, not in a big way, just in a few small details. It makes you appreciate it a little bit more. (Yes, even though there is never much happening in the Shire. Ever.) But maybe that’s just me getting older, I don’t know.

Well, I think I’ll getting all reflective on my hometown now. Sorry for such as rambling distracted post.