Cockaboody
I thought cockaboody was adorable. The style was simple and childish the
raw dialogue worked so well. I still remember what it was like when my sister
was a toddler. There was a lot of gibberish that meant something. It was cute
and very real
New York Diary
I’m really surprised
how personal this story was. They all seemed centered around her experiences
with men and her experiences were horrible. My god, it was as if New York was
filled with the worst people in the world. But Julie didn’t just paint a
picture of horrible men we learned about her and why she let these things
happen. She grew up very sheltered in a catholic school. If I were out in a
park and some strange man tried to tell me about his penis I’d probably walk
away. But Julie didn’t she was too awkward too sheltered.
All
of her experiences with men seem like they all expected something from her. If
she went to their house she was expected to have sex. If she was nice then she
was expected to hold them as they died. Her last boyfriend expected everything
from her; he was such a child. This is actually an example of a feminist issue.
The feminine mystique not only makes woman strive to be something unreal but it
paints unreal expectations of women for other men. All of those men, even the
ones she know for a short time felt like they were entitled to something from
her.
Yes
it took awhile for Julie to finally get a back bone and I’m sure her experience
would’ve been different if she just said “stop I’m uncomfortable” but I can’t
help but wonder why those men didn’t see that she was nervous? I suppose they
just didn’t care about her.
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