The great-great-great-grandmother of us all was the daughter of a hardline feminist and the jailbait mistress of a married poet. She wrote the first science fiction novel in Italy, while grieving over a lost child and suffering from postpartum depression. How does that translate into science fiction being only by and for white men who live in their parents’ basements?I'll have you know my parents' basement is quite nice, actually.
I'm trying my best to watch Supernatural. I'm not too sure about their music choices.
In the meantime I have that creeping crud that's been going around. I am going to the doctor tomorrow and the doctor will prescribe a Z-pak or the equivalent.