I was reading about Sarah Palin's teenage daughter, seventeen years old, five months pregnant, and about to marry. Throughout all the media flurry of a Republican right wing candidate's - shock horror - daughter up the duff, but she's getting married so it's ok, I haven't heard what Bristols (?) herself thinks. And nor will I. I've looked at the photo of the Palins' all, beaming and gleaming like a Mormon dental convention, and it reminded me of those ghastly pics you'd see of a conservative politician who'd just been caught shagging a topless dancer, so a hastily arranged 'happy family hanging over the garden gate' photoshoot would be arranged. "Smile Mrs Politician! Yeah I know you've been humiliated in front of millions but keep that rictus grin a-comin'!"
If it's Bristol Palin's choice to have the baby and get married, well good for her. Only a wishy washy liberal would suggest it might be something she's been pressurised into. Because I don't know about having a baby or an abortion at seventeen but I certainly think it's far too young to get married.
On another note - I'm going to be teaching creative writing at the Open University next term. Husband keeps making remarks about black stockings and mortar boards. Honestly . . . .
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Good luck with the OU Creative Writing course. I'm sure you'll be wonderful at it.
At least you can't be any worse than the tutor I had when I did creative writing with the OU a couple of years ago: she had never heard of Edgar Allen Poe. Not never *read*, but never *heard of*.
I left shortly thereafter.
Jaysus! Really?! How can you never have heard of Edgar Allen Poe?
I found the OU interview quite tough so presumed that the standard of tutors was reasonably high. But there are always exceptions.
I once did a short creative writing course and the tutor had a wall eye. Not that it mattered of course but whenever anyone asked what her actual experience of creative writing was, she's sigh, wave her hands about and say: "I am a simple storyteller." Which could mean anything from "I write books" to "I drink too much and am very boring".
I didn't last too long on that course either. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or not.
There was also someone in my class who was blind due to an illness. She had been blind for around 6 months. Very sad for her and all, but one of the exercises was that the tutor handed out slips of paper with a colour on it. We were then to write a short fictional piece and from that the other members of the class had to guess what colour each person had been given. Blind Lady said this was sight-ist and also "colour-ist" because she couldn't see colours. She'd only been blind a few months! Surely she remembered colours?
I don't mean to be an insensitive bitch, but... *really*.
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