Goat Notes

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 510 words.  The Young Duke solves a problem with scholarship.  His mother would be so proud, and so uncomprehending.  She's at least as smart as he is, and quite classically educated; but she uses it for pedantry or to help her wrap her head around dangerously unfamiliar concepts.  I don't think it's ever occurred to her, or to many of her former peers, as being of merely practical use.

And now I know about old King Quicksilver, Mercurio, the Kateverse's twisty answer to Roman Numa - and a little bit more about the tradition of Puffins Superior.

Now the Duke need only see whether his solution is any improvement on the problem.  But it takes the most enormous brazen balls for a man like him to dare such a sissy-seeming venture as this is going to look, at all.  He's a strange lad, my golden wolf-pup, and much closer to the centre of the story than I imagined him.

Been feeling a deal more human, today.

By way of firynze, yesterday I came across this excellent LJ post from cluegirl:

An open letter to the men of America and the world, on the subject of my feminism.

Much has been said about the supposed link between feminism and misandry. Far too little is said and heard about the more inherently and virulently misandric implications of most anti-feminist, and all misogynist, rhetoric and behaviour. This letter searches them out and skewers them eloquently, deriving instead a set of strongly feminist conclusions from the assumption that men are neither weaker nor worse than women - nor, indeed, much weaker or worse as a gender than we generally like to think ourselves. 'Dear Gentlemen,' it begins, and proceeds to take both words right seriously.

Do take a gander, if you will. It's good stuff.