Full Frontal Feminism, Melon martinis & Newcastle rain...

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So, apparenty when you're jacking internet from your mobile phone, it doesn't want to let you compose a post on Vox, but will let you edit...Who knew...

The problem lately, aside from being bat-shit busy, is that I have, like, a real job now. Like A REAL one. And I really do sit at a desk, and have my own fancy PC with a flat screen monitor and VIIIIIIIISTA, and a PHONE, and a BUSINESS CARDS...

It's cool, but it means I'm really busy.

And it also means that Transport For London pulls £165 out of my white, shrivelled little hands every month just so I can get to work....

My feministy rants have been living at Dollymix, the shiny new blog I edit, and then I feel all feministed out by the end of the day, and tired, and just want to snuggle the husband and the cats and eat a lot of pizza...

However. That's changing. I promise, PROMISE I am going to write more. Even if it's crap. I'm too perfectionisty about this blog and it needs to change a bit. I can't go months and weeks without writing just because I'm afraid I don't have anything quality to say that you guys won't like.

I love this blog so much, and it's brought me such cool things, and I need to nurture it more.

I'm having a pretty weird night, guys.

I'm all the fucking way up in Newcastle because my job was awesome enough (hi guys!) to send me to the Feminism and Pop Culture conference at Newcastle University, which is hosted by the FWSA, and I'm all by myself.

All by myself, in a weird place I've never been before (so weird, I had to look at a map when I got here, because I had no fucking clue where I was - I heard seagulls when I ventured out to a Starbucks and was like, "Am I by the sea??") and ate dinner by myself, and had drinks alone, and was on the train alone....and it's sort of exciting.

But, I have to admit that I'm a big baby and miss Iain like hell...We haven't spent a night apart in England since the first night I came here in Jan '06, and I just miiiiisss hiiiimmm!!!

But I feel really proud of myself that I didn't pussy out of doing this, just because it meant I'd have to be alone. Or would have to miss Iain. (And how anti-feminist would that have been??)

I'm really psyched about tomorrow. Scared shitless as I won't know anyone, and am curious if there will be any "younger feminists" there, but I'm so stoked to go.

I'll go into this more later, but I've always been very intimidated by the "real feminists" out there. Because they're either older, or angrier, or have masters degrees, or can rattle off statistics and feminist facts as quickly as I drink...and it's scary. Feminism is a huge thing...and I'm still sort of new to it...

But editing Dollymix is really helping to get me more comfortable. I've met some kick ass women, and, so far, feel very accepted by the Feminist blogging world.

I'm currently reading the FAAABBBUUULLLOOOUUSSSS Jessica Valenti's Full Frontal Feminism to review on DM, and I'm loving it.

I finished it today, sitting alone in my hotel's bar, and I have to say...

I was damn fucking impressed, and feel like it was the perfect thing to read before my first feminism conference.

I'll post my review here, but in the meantime....

I just feel very, very inspired.

That's all for now, y'all. Will write more tomorrow and this weekend about the conference.

Love you all!

...And now I'm off to order up some room service....