This post is a stand-in for the About Me section which, irritatingly, refuses to be saved whenever it is edited. It will remain an empty field and this post will fill in for it until Blogger resolves that issue.
Being the daughter of an old school colonial hang up and a new school Mao Tse Tong is my claim on the twisted and confused socio-cultural perspective that informs all my ramblings here. From time to time, that perspective will turn parochial or even self-serving; I am not apologising for that. There is great value in the subjective. It might be all that matters when it comes to living. From time to time, cute critters make their way onto these pages. My policy, like most policies by others in my generation, is simply a more liberal version of my mother's: any critter that enters my home IS home. Ta.
I'm doing this because until an idea or feeling is articulated, it is an unseen, un-managed force in your life. Unacknowledged thus, it could surprise you at the most inopportune time. Perhaps at a dinner party with big shots. Perhaps at 2.30am when you are lying alone painfully trying to recall the exact reasons you rejected that marriage proposal you got 8 years ago. These pages will be like the toilet in a house where adolescents live: a place where things that can't or won't be accepted in the communal spaces of everyday life regularly find expression.
Being the daughter of an old school colonial hang up and a new school Mao Tse Tong is my claim on the twisted and confused socio-cultural perspective that informs all my ramblings here. From time to time, that perspective will turn parochial or even self-serving; I am not apologising for that. There is great value in the subjective. It might be all that matters when it comes to living. From time to time, cute critters make their way onto these pages. My policy, like most policies by others in my generation, is simply a more liberal version of my mother's: any critter that enters my home IS home. Ta.
I'm doing this because until an idea or feeling is articulated, it is an unseen, un-managed force in your life. Unacknowledged thus, it could surprise you at the most inopportune time. Perhaps at a dinner party with big shots. Perhaps at 2.30am when you are lying alone painfully trying to recall the exact reasons you rejected that marriage proposal you got 8 years ago. These pages will be like the toilet in a house where adolescents live: a place where things that can't or won't be accepted in the communal spaces of everyday life regularly find expression.
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