Lembas

My penpal sent me a recipe for lembas that she found on tumblr! I was pretty excited to see if one small could “fill the stomach of a grown man.”

Unfortunately I didn't have any giant leaves to wrap it in

Unfortunately I didn’t have any giant leaves to wrap it in

The process was pretty straightforward, except I needed more cream than the recipe called for. I also added more cinnamon, and it still is only lightly spiced, so if I do it again I may add even more. Like most shortbready type recipes, the only annoying part is mixing in the cold butter with a pastry cutter, but I’m a pro at that. Then you roll it out and cut it into squares:

Only a few ended up actually being perfect squares, but the ugly ones will taste better because they've got more to prove

Only a few ended up actually being perfect squares, but the ugly ones will taste better because they’ve got more to prove

And after 12 minutes of baking time:

Silicone baking mats ftw

Silicone baking mats ftw

These are pretty good, although definitely not as nutritious as their LOTR counterpart. They’re halfway between a scone and a cookie, with a crunchy outside and soft inside.

Next time, with more cinnamon!

Next time, with more cinnamon!

Here’s the recipe:

Ingredients
2.5 cups flour
1 tbl baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup butter
1/3 cup brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon (I added at least 2)
1/2 tsp hoeny
2/3 cup heavy cream (probably closer to 1 cup)
1/2 tsp vanilla

Directions
Preheat oven to 425F. Mix flour, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl. Add butter and mix well with pastry cutter. Then add the sugar and cinnamon. Add cream, honey, and vanilla, and stir until dough forms, adding more cream or flour for consistency.

Roll the dough out about 1/2 inch thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer to cookie sheet. Criss-cross each square from corner to corner with a knife lightly, not cutting through the dough.

Bake for about 12 minutes, until dough is set and light golden.

Outer Banks, Fools

Last weekend I visited Roanoke Island again! But since I already solved the mystery of the Lost Colony, this time I thought I would just chill out with my peeps.

Like Queen Elizabeth!!!!!

Like Queen Elizabeth!!!!!

Did you not know that QE1 and I are BFF? And that she lives on Roanoke Island? They’re kind of obsessed with her over there–everything’s all Sir Walter Raleigh themed. This was in the Elizabethan Gardens at Fort Raleigh National Historic Park. They have hedges shaped like things, which is my fave.

And plenty of sculpted butts, which is Steven's fave

And plenty of sculpted butts, which is Steven’s fave

We also found this creepy sea gate, I don’t know:

This is where the ghosts of shipwrecked pirates stagger ashore, I guess

This is where the ghosts of shipwrecked pirates stagger ashore, I guess

Then there’s the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, the most famous building in North Carolina:

I don't care if you've never heard of it, you would know if you lived here

I don’t care if you’ve never heard of it, you would know if you lived here

Unfortunately we couldn’t climb to the top because it was closed for the season, but we WERE able to watch a video ABOUT climbing to the top, which is like the same thing, but less sweaty. I wanted to get my picture in front of it while drinking a Cheerwine just to go for maximum North Carolinaness but we didn’t have any.

Oh well

Oh well

Best and Worst Things About Being Married

Tuesday will be my 2nd wedding anniversary! My mom asked me if it “seemed like it’s really been two years” and I was like “… I guess?” She was disappointed that I didn’t get all weepy and nostalgic, but I think we’ve talked before about how I don’t see the act of getting married as really changing anything about me or my relationship. But, since she asked, I’ve been thinking about it, and I guess there are a few differences, so I thought I would give you the Top 5 Best and Top 4 Worst things about being married. I guess it’s good that I could only think of 4 negative differences. We’ll start with the good stuff:

Top 5 Best Things About Marriage!!

1. You get a big party!

And maybe a tank

And maybe a tank

If you’re doing weddings right, they are AWESOME. And you can do literally anything you want because no one’s going to tell you you can’t on your own wedding. You want only take out from Seminole’s finest? YOU GOT IT. You want bobbing for apples even though it’s way unhygienic? SUCK IT UP, GUYS, IT’S HALLOWEEN WEDDING, WE’RE DOING IT. Weddings can be the most fun party you can imagine! Mine definitely was!

2.Fancy Rings

Fist bump of marriedness!

Fist bump of marriedness!

I’m a total cheapskate (hello, my wedding reception was on my parents’ porch), so it’s nearly impossible to convince me to spend money on things like clothes (“$60?? Come on, I could make that out of old sheets for way less”) or jewelry (“Ehhhh I’d probably just lose it”). But wedding rings, like weddings themselves, are something it’s socially acceptable to spend money on, so finally you don’t have to feel guilty about picking out the best one no matter the cost!

3. People take you seriously
I mean, they shouldn’t, but they do. Even if you’ve been with someone for eight years, if you aren’t married, you still have to use the same word as you would at two weeks. Even if you just met at a drive-thru chapel in Vegas, “my husband” adds a whole new level of seriousness to everything you do. It’s stupid, but nice to take advantage of when you can.

4. Paying less money for everything
What up, tax break!! I wanted to put this at #1 (it’s the wedding gift that keeps on giving), but I figured I’d throw my mom a bone, romance-wise. Married people also end up paying less for things like apartment security deposits/application fees or “family” plans at gyms and whatnot. I also think this is dumb, but you better believe I am flashing my Official Married Person Pass (my ring, I guess?) at all that stuff and reaping the rewards.

5. Health Benefits
Holy crap, you guys, starting this week I finally have health care!!! I’m going to hit up ALL THE DOCTORS.

Marriage!!!!

Marriage!!!!

Oh, but it’s not all fun parties and doing laps in swimming pools filled with tax breaks. There’s also:

Top 4 Worst Things About Marriage

1. People use the word “hubby” around you more
The word “hubby” has always been my #1 Most Hated Word. Before getting married, I assumed it was something only a few older people said because they wanted my everlasting enmity. It wasn’t till I got married that I realized the extent of the problem. People say this word all the time, often in questions directed at me. And I always pause a second too long before answering them, because it takes me a moment to swallow the vomit. I’ve never been a big fan of cutesy nicknames because they make me suspicious that you can’t remember my real name, but hubby is the worst. I know avowing this publicly is opening me up to people using it around me even more now, and that’s fine, I’ll just sigh a little and then write you off as terrible.

2. People start asking you about kids
Being married gives any person the right to ask you about your future child plans, and it is not cool. I get that you’ve been socially conditioned to see “babies” as the next mandatory step after “marriage,” but that doesn’t mean I buy into your 1950s fever dream, and even if I did, not your business, Random Woman in the Cookbook Section of the Library. When my future plans for unprotected sex become your business, I’ll have my lady parts send you an email, since it will also be the day my uterus gains sentience. Hopefully never because that sounds like a horror movie.

3. People think you’re a unit
I’m still perfectly capable of going places without Steven and having opinions we don’t share, but you wouldn’t know it from the way some people act!

4. People get your name wrong
I assume it happens if you change your name too.

Those are all the differences I can think of. Other than that, being married is the same as being in any long-term relationship. So pretty great, if you like having someone to watch Adventure Time with and sometimes make you sandwiches.

And someone to make you feel better about how weird you are

And someone to make you feel better about how weird you are

Book 2, Draft 3: Done

We talked about how much I hate the revision process like three months ago. Luckily Book 2 wasn’t so bad, and I finished yesterday! Well, with Draft 3. There are 3 major drafts in my initial writing process, which I will illustrate with gifs.

Draft 1

is all about building plot. Messy, funny, a little meandering. Sometimes the details at the end don’t exactly match the ones at the beginning, but that’s okay. It’s just important to get a vague shape of the story so you have something to knead into what you actually want. I am a rockstar at Draft 1, which is why my annual NaNoWriMo contest with James isn’t that much of a contest.

This is an accurate representation of my Draft 1 writing process. Including wardrobe. ROCKSTAR

This is an accurate representation of my Draft 1 writing process. Including wardrobe. ROCKSTAR

Right now I’m writing a series of 4 books (I guess a quartet, if you want to be fancy about it), and I wrote all four Draft 1s all the way through first. Partly because Draft 1 is the most fun, and partly because I needed to know the end before I could match it to the beginning. Next comes:

Draft 2

is all about rewriting the parts of Draft 1 that don’t fit together. Tightening up the plot, deleting anything extraneous, adding parts that need more explanation. It’s definitely the most work, because you have to think about every piece and how it fits together, if it’s saying the thing you want, and if it could do that better.

Not pictured: lying on the floor in despair. There's a lot of that too.

Not pictured: lying on the floor in despair. There’s a lot of that too.

Since I’m dealing with four different books, it’s often been at least a year since I worked on the draft I’m revising. This is actually awesome because I can look at it much more critically, with fresh eyes. I usually make a list of the big things I want to make sure to add, either in specific places, or throughout, and then comb through the story bit by bit. This is also when I add chapters breaks.

Draft 3

is solely about language. And any little things I may have forgotten in Draft 2. For instance, one of my notes for this book right before Draft 3 was “Didn’t Percy have a cool watch???” Yeah, and it’s going to be kind of a big deal in the next book, so I can’t forget to mention it a few times. Draft 3 is usually the fastest (proofreading is also a huge part of my day job), but it’s the one I hate the most. It involves a lot of thesaurus searches and fact checks.

Also sometimes I spend like an hour debating capitalization

Also sometimes I spend like an hour debating capitalization

After Draft 3, I print that sucker out (I still prefer physical books, like some kind of medieval monk, I know) and send it to people who may or may not actually be interested in helping me. Sometimes being my friend is tough. Hopefully they read it and tell me what’s up. And catch all the grammar errors I inevitably missed in Draft 3.

My biggest problem in Draft 3 (that I catch) is commas. I’m always missing like a million effing commas, which is weird because I generally know how English works. I’m not sure what my biggest problem that I don’t catch is, because I haven’t actually gotten any feedback from anyone on Book 1. I assume because they’re too busy sharing it with all of their friends. I know, guys, I’m amazing. Try to calm down.

Anyway, hit me up if you are interested in being a Draft 3 reader. There’s a chance to win fabulous prizes.

I'm not promising a new car, but I'm not NOT promising one either

I’m not promising a new car, but I’m not NOT promising one either

Be A Man!: The Exact Specifications of Manhood According to Disney’s Mulan

So I know I spend a lot of time talking about ladies, because ladies are awesome. But our gentleman friends are awesome too, so today we’re going to talk about men. Specifically, what does it take to BE a man? I think we all know the answer to that.

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It rhymes and has a catchy tune; it must be true. So according to the wisdom of the Ancient Chinese Disney the main criteria for manhood are:

  1. Swift as a coursing river
  2. Forceful as a great typhoon
  3. Strong like the raging fire
  4. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

The song also implies that men are “tranquil as a forest but on fire within” and can do things like break concrete blocks with their faces and run through fields while flaming arrows are shot at them, but those things seem to be ancillary to the main four which, after all, are repeated three times. But how do you go about becoming mysterious as the dark side of the moon? How mysterious is that, anyway? Don’t worry, would-be men! Science and I are here to help you! Using my fancy master’s degree skillz I think I can make this a little clearer. Let’s take these manquirements one at a time.

And, if there's time at the end, jump kicks

And, if there’s time at the end, jump kicks

1. How swift is a coursing river?

Usually we measure the velocity of a river, or the speed at which the water flows, by sticking something in and measuring the time it takes for the object to travel from one point to another. Obviously this can vary a lot based on factors like the weather and time of year or the point in the river you’re measuring. How steep is the gradient? Is it a waterfall? Is it spring so the river is filled with snow melt? Is it a windy day? Rivers have different speeds each day, at each point on their course, so river velocity in general is a difficult number to come by. Estimates for rivers in general range from almost 0 m/s to 3.1 m/s or 7 miles per hour.

However, when you’re looking for the fastest river, there’s a lot of talk on the Internet about Passaic River, specifically at the Great Falls in Paterson, New Jersey.

Which, under the right circumstances, can look like this

Which, under the right circumstances, can look like this

This was in April of 2007 when heavy rains combined with the usual spring thaw floods. During floods, its estimated that water flows down these narrow falls at 70mph! But do waterfalls count? It’s “a coursing river” not a “raging waterfall,” so I’m giving this instance a pass. We’re going with more general numbers, not ones that might appear sometimes under the right circumstances. We just want to be a man, not Teddy Roosevelt. I don’t need to bite a rampaging moose to death or something. Just your general, everyday manliness. So I’m going to use 10mph. That river seems pretty coursing, but not overkill.

Criteria one: A man can run at a speed of 10mph

The fastest human ever is Usiah Bolt who reached 27.79 mph during a 100 meter sprint. So this is totally possible. Especially since it’s not clear how long you have to keep it up for to be a man.

2. How forceful is a great typhoon?

You remember force from physics, right? It’s some influence that changes an object’s velocity or direction, like a push or a pull. And then… fulcrums and pulleys and junk. It’s all coming back. Usually we measure force in Newtons, because if you ground break enough theories, people will name units and snack cookies after you. J/K Fig Newtons are named after a town in Massachusetts. Anyway, I scoured the wikipedia page on typhoons, but could find no such statistic. So we’re going to have to math.

Unfortunately, it's too early to drink while doing it

Unfortunately, it’s too early to drink while doing it

Normally, you calculate force by multiplying mass times acceleration (F=ma, Newton’s 2nd Law, WHAT UP INFO I RELEARNED TO TUTOR 8TH GRADE SCIENCE! Look at me using you in real life! Well, sort of). Okay, so what’s the mass of a typhoon? Unfortunately, wikipedia is silent on this issue as well.

So I decided to turn to units of pressure. It’s like force but applied over an area. It’s measured in Pascals, which are Newtons per square meter. When measuring “storm intensity” wikipedia lists typhoons by pressure as measured in hectopascals (hPa). 1 hPa=100 Pa. Tip, the most intense storm on the list, goes down to 870 hPa. Standard atmospheric pressure on Earth is about 1013 hPa so that’s pretty dramatic. But, like I said before, we just want the criteria for a man, so I just averaged the barometric pressures for a randomly chosen busy typhoon season (2004) and came up with 941 hPa.

Criteria two: A man has a minimum barometric pressure of 941 hPa.

According to wikianswers (remember, I have a master’s in science, you guys), an average person (weighing 80 kg) can exert 800 Newtons of force. If you spread that out over 85 meters squared, you too could have the pressure of a typhoon!!

I mean, I think. My degree is in science, not math

I mean, I think. My degree is in science, not math

3. How strong is a raging fire?

If you thought the barometric pressure one was a stretch, saddle up! There are a lot of different kinds of strength, including the kind you give yourself in role playing games. I thought I would try to concentrate on the sciencey, physics ones, but not a lot of them seemed applicable to fire:

I don't know if you can shear fire, but that would be metal as hell

I don’t know if you can shear fire, but that would be metal as hell

I’m just going to assume that “raging fire” means “wildfire,” and there are a lot of ways to measure those. They can travel at 6.7 mph in forests or 14 mph in grasslands. They can burn as hot as 1000 degrees Fahrenheit and cover hundreds of thousands of acres. I decided that this acre-ravaging was the closest to what we think of as “strength,” so I ran with it (at 10 mph–BE A MAN). Using 50 years of rough Colorado wildfires data as a test case, I figured that fire destroys about 32,000 acres per year. That’s 50 square miles.

Criteria three: A man destroys 50 square miles a year.

If destroying them counts as exerting pressure, you’re more than halfway to achieving Criteria Two if you complete this one!

4. How mysterious is the dark side of the moon?

Okay, there are no SI units of mystery (sadly). So I’ve made my own scale.

Don't worry, I'm a scientist

Don’t worry, I’m a scientist

I just went on ahead and assumed that “dark side of the moon” actually referred to the far side of the moon, the hemisphere that never faces Earth, and not the Pink Floyd album of the same name. Although frankly the latter is probably more mysterious, because the far side of the moon is pretty explored for something in space we didn’t have a clue about before 1959. That was when a Soviet probe took some photos of some of it. Now, of course, we have things like the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter, whose whole job is to map the moon for future missions there.

Feast your eyes on the mystery!

Feast your eyes on the mystery!

I guess it’s still kind of mysterious, in that only NASA crew from Apollo missions 8 and 10-17 have ever seen it with their human eyes. But I trust our space robot slaves completely, so I’m adding the dark side of the moon only slightly ahead of Slylock Fox on the mystery scale:

Points for staying mysterious till 1959, bro. Slylock Fox is usually solvable within a few minutes.

Points for staying mysterious till 1959, bro. Slylock Fox is usually solvable within a few minutes.

Criteria four: A man stays mysterious at first, but eventually lets Soviets make a map of his face.

So there you have it. Hopefully this will help you in your attempts to attain optimal manhood. I don’t know how we survived as a culture for so long without this kind of checklist.

  1. Attain a foot speed of 10 mph.
  2. Maintain a minimum barometric pressure of 941 hPa for at least 10 minutes.
  3. Destroy 50 square miles a year.
  4. Keep your face modestly concealed until someone makes a real effort (by buying you a space probe? Or whipping out a fancy camera?)

Let me know how that works out for you. I think I’m good with being a lady for now.

2013 Goal Update: Only 3.5 more months!

9 months into 2013 and I feel like a terrible person. I’m afraid I haven’t made a lot of progress since the last time we talked. Whatever. We’re like 75% of the way through this year, so I officially have senioritis when it comes to 2013.

1. Make at least one recipe from each of our cookbooks: 89%

I’m actually doing good on this one!!!

89%, fools!!!!!!!

89%, fools!!!!!!!

According to my spreadsheet, I only have 4 books left! Yay! I’m glad we can start this post of shame on a high note! The final four are:

The Cooking of Italy
Cake Pops
The Hungry Scientist
Nanny Ogg’s Cookbook

The latter is kind of a joke book based in the Discworld universe, but I think most of the recipes are still valid. I mean, once I convert from weird UK cooking measurements (Gas 4? What?)

2. Read 200 Books: 65%

Barf

Barf

I know this doesn’t look good, but I’m still confident I can meet this one. So I may spend the whole month of November reading children’s books, but I was probably going to do that anyway, so it doesn’t count as cheating.

3. Knock off one state from my map: 100%!!!!

I know you know, but I COMPLETED SOMETHING SEVEN MONTHS BEFORE IT WAS DUE.

And it was fun

And it was fun

4. Lift Weights at Least Once a Week: 75%

I’m on this one, gang. I’m on it.

5. Knit a Cardigan: 70%? 0%? Who freaking knows

So I’ve still done nothing new on this at all. It’s like an awkward-looking sleeveless cardigan right now, and I think I also have half of one sleeve. I feel like I may give up on this one, unravel what I’ve done, and use the yarn for some other project. Or like a hundred other projects. I have so much freaking goldenrod yarn.

6. Send Out My Entire Stash of Postcards: 30%

This is the one I always forget when I think of them in my head. I’m probably going to fail to complete it, just out of forgetfulness. Or on December 29th James Fox is just going to receive 48 postcards from me at once. Whatever. Pretty sure he doesn’t read my blog, so this won’t ruin the surprise.

7. SUPER SECRET SEVENTH PROJECT: 85%??? 90%??

I really have a hard time judging this one. But I am hell-bent on completing it, even if I have to jettison the other 5 uncompleted goals to do so.

Total

73% of the way there! Until I unravel that cardigan, then my score will actually go down. Sigh. Maybe seven was too many goals. I should have listened to that infectious disease and just bummed around all year. Oh well.

Previously: Halfway Point
Quarter Quell
2013 Plans

People You Should Know About: Lucy Stone

While reading the wikipedia article on married names for my last blog post, I came across a reference to the “Lucy Stone League,” which was founded in 1921 and was all about campaigning for a woman’s right to keep and legally use her name after marriage. This led me to read up more on Lucy Stone, one of the first women to do so.

And she was awesome!

Her expression says, "Yeah, I'm into equality, what's it to you?"

Her expression says, “Yeah, I’m into equality, what’s it to you?”

Lucy Stone was born in 1818 and from a young age vowed support herself and not marry, because she saw how being dependent on some dude was not the greatest for her mom, her aunt (whose husband abandoned her), and other women in her community. To this end, she struggled to pay her way through college at Oberlin through teaching, although for most of that time she was paid a “woman’s salary,” significantly less than what her male colleagues made. She started making her living as an abolitionist and women’s rights orator, and that’s how she met Henry Blackwell.

Proof that American values are in decline, at least in the facial hair department

Proof that American values are in decline, at least in the facial hair department

Henry asked her to marry him, and she was all, “Listen, guy, I like you, but not enough to give up my property, rights, and identity to you, you know?” Valid point, girlfriend. But THEN Henry was like, “No, Lucy, even though our entire society has told me my entire life that I am superior to you in every way I don’t buy it. We should be equal partners, and I care enough about you as a person to make that happen.” I’m paraphrasing obviously but ~swoon~.

You can be my valentine anytime, Henry Blackwell!

You can be my valentine anytime, Henry Blackwell!

Seriously, that is like the most romantic thing ever. Henry thought that marriage should be a partnership that let each spouse succeed in ways they couldn’t alone–to prove it he organized her lecture tour in 1853. When Lucy finally agreed to marry him, they also agreed to split all expenses, and keep their own separate property if they split up. Blackwell also agreed that, since women are the ones most burdened by “the results of intercourse,” it would be up to her “when, where, and how often she became a mother.” HOLY CRAP THIS WAS 1854 YOU GUYS!!!

Anyway, they got married, Lucy Stone kept her name–or tried to. Even though there was no specific law saying she had to take her husband’s name, she often had trouble paying taxes, buying property, and doing other public-document-type things because the clerks would insist that she had to use her “real” name.

I guess the tattoo idea hadn't occurred to her. A simpler time

I guess the tattoo idea hadn’t occurred to her. A simpler time

Also once she refused to pay her property tax because it was 1858 and women couldn’t vote. She mailed it back to the county clerk with a letter explaining that it violated America’s founding principles.

That whole "No Taxation Without Representation" thing only applies to MEN, silly. And people who live outside DC.

That whole “No Taxation Without Representation” thing only applies to MEN, silly. And people who live outside DC.

Not Changing My Name, Not Apologizing

I didn’t change my name when I got married. I didn’t even think about it. The first time it came up was when we were applying for a marriage licence and the clerk gave me a sheet with information about how to do it. I had a half a second of confusion, which was silly. Of course I know that’s what people do. Somehow I just never thought it could apply to me. It’s always struck me as kind of bizarre, like if someone asked you to tattoo your company’s logo on your arm after getting hired, or change your first name to “Mom” after having a kid. A tradition that forces name changes at different major life events might actually be kind of interesting–but why only for women? And why only at marriage?

I guess it doesn’t help that I don’t really see marriage as a major life event. Yes, my life now is way different than when I was single, but it’s virtually the same as my life two years ago when we were living together and not married. I guess to some people “marriage” symbolizes the big commitment you make to another person, but I made that commitment long before Rachel did the official pronouncing. I can’t tell you when, because that kind of thing doesn’t happen in a moment, it happens over a thousand different ones.

Not that this wasn't a good one

Not that this wasn’t a good one

I kind of get the whole “we all have to have the same name to symbolize that now we are a ~family~” but only because I’ve been socialized to. If you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense at all. You already have family who don’t share a name with you–in-laws, cousins, grandparents, whatever. There are people who aren’t biologically related to me who I consider closer family than most other Ladds in the world. Your family is who you decide they are, and you don’t need a symbol to prove it. Even the expectation that children share one or both of their parents’ name(s) is really only common in certain parts of the world. In other cultures, they don’t worry about it. You know who your parents are, right? So what does it matter?

I’ve never been able to seriously contemplate changing my name–first or last–because it’s part of me. Sure, sometimes I didn’t like being Patricia–which can be easily morphed into “Patrasha” if you’re eight and creative–but I’m not about to change it because it’s who I am. And I kind of resent random city clerks and secretaries in my apartment complex looking at me like I’m just trying to make a statement and being completely tiresome messing up their paperwork. I didn’t decide this because I want to make a big issue about the patriarchy keeping us down or not subsuming my identity to a man (although fuck that too). It was hardly even a decision–I barely considered it at all. Changing my name would be like changing who I am–and if someone wants you to do that, you probably shouldn’t be marrying them.

Steven and I had a total of one conversation about it:

Me: Would you change your last name to mine?
Steven: … eh, probably not.
Me: Cool. I won’t either.

It’s also weird to me that this even requires explanation anymore–Lucy Stone was raising hell about this back in 1855, so 158 years later the library should not just assume that Same Name=Married and Different Name=Library Bandit, trying to steal strangers’ holds.

Also, Lucy Stone was a 19th-century badass. I may have to do another blog post on her

Also, Lucy Stone was a 19th-century badass. I may have to do another blog post on her

Luckily for me it’s usually little annoyances like that, and not an inability to hold property or register to vote like Lucy Stone had to deal with. The proportion of weird looks has also probably fallen considerably since her time, which is nice. Someday it might be 0, which will be nicer.

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