My thesis supervisor shot down my proposal on Friday, saying it wasn't focused enough, so now I have until next Friday to come up with a 40 page draft. Here's what I have by ways of a thesis so far:
The queens, or Wonderland's powerful women, gain and maintain authority over their societies through a 'feminized' system of bodily self-control. In Wonderland, all creatures -- not only women -- become subject to food rituals and physical ideals, and it is in such a setting that women can reign. Wonderland becomes a woman's land, or an Other-land as imagined by a Victorian gentleman, in which nonsense and 'feminine' concerns are played to their 'logical' conclusions and from which Alice eventually escapes to take up a secure place in Victorian paternalistic society.
And the ironic thing is a) I'm not really a man-hater, and b) I've been reading about postcolonialism all day and came up with this feminist gobbledegook in 5 minutes a la pounding headache instead.
But then again, it's been that kind of week.
Thursday: With a handshake over a banana-strawberry margarita, sangria, and a Mexican-sampler-platter-for-two at La Pepitas, The Boy and I ended our rather un-romantic romantic relationship of two years and a couple of days. No screaming, tears, or fistfights, unfortunately. We even had the common decency to hike to Death by Chocolate afterwards and gorge on sugar.
Friday: Shot down by professor that I worship. Heartbreaking, really. Gave up on work, took parents up on offer of free food, and decided to make it a weekend of free food and went home.
Saturday: Free food. Mmm.
Sunday:
Made me feel awful for not buying all my clothes at either the Salvation Army, Saltspring Island, or directly from llama farmers in South America. Burned off left-wing, small-l liberal guilt with the help of Hon's and a True Confections milkshake, though guilt about increasing chance of clogged arteries at age 40 was increasing at an inversely proportional rate...
The queens, or Wonderland's powerful women, gain and maintain authority over their societies through a 'feminized' system of bodily self-control. In Wonderland, all creatures -- not only women -- become subject to food rituals and physical ideals, and it is in such a setting that women can reign. Wonderland becomes a woman's land, or an Other-land as imagined by a Victorian gentleman, in which nonsense and 'feminine' concerns are played to their 'logical' conclusions and from which Alice eventually escapes to take up a secure place in Victorian paternalistic society.
And the ironic thing is a) I'm not really a man-hater, and b) I've been reading about postcolonialism all day and came up with this feminist gobbledegook in 5 minutes a la pounding headache instead.
But then again, it's been that kind of week.
Thursday: With a handshake over a banana-strawberry margarita, sangria, and a Mexican-sampler-platter-for-two at La Pepitas, The Boy and I ended our rather un-romantic romantic relationship of two years and a couple of days. No screaming, tears, or fistfights, unfortunately. We even had the common decency to hike to Death by Chocolate afterwards and gorge on sugar.
Friday: Shot down by professor that I worship. Heartbreaking, really. Gave up on work, took parents up on offer of free food, and decided to make it a weekend of free food and went home.
Saturday: Free food. Mmm.
Sunday:
Made me feel awful for not buying all my clothes at either the Salvation Army, Saltspring Island, or directly from llama farmers in South America. Burned off left-wing, small-l liberal guilt with the help of Hon's and a True Confections milkshake, though guilt about increasing chance of clogged arteries at age 40 was increasing at an inversely proportional rate...
