August 17th, 2005


Batty For Books

I didn't find this too surprising: Posh Spice doesn't read books.

bibiliovixen linked to an article about the snobbery associated with the pastime of reading written in response to Mrs. Beckham's revelation.

"Some people would be miserable without horseriding; others would wither away if they were forbidden their computers; some collect train carriage numbers; others live to shop. Which is all fair enough, surely, though it's an unfathomable mystery why some people love cooking, others adore potholing, some can't abide either. It's probably about as likely that Mrs. Beckham will be found with Middlemarch open on her bedside table as it is that I will learn the difference between Versace and Gucci (or care less about it). It's also probably about as likely that she would enjoy Dorothea and Casaubon as it is that I would get any fun out of going to the Prada sale.

However, it's fine for anyone to confess that they really can't stick shopping; one can even seem quite smug about it. Not so if you aren't keen on books. Reading must be about the only pastime that is pretty much universally seen as 'good' and virtuous - so to say openly that you don't like books puts you beyond the pale. For someone to say they don't care for reading labels them as some kind of thickie pariah, fair game for any insult. To decide any such thing on the basis of one single trait seems both sweeping and snobbish."

I am not a snob about reading. I just don't have anything in common with people who don't read. I feel the same way about people who don't like animals or don't eat cheese. I don't understand how they exist but I know they manage just fine. I, on the other hand, cannot live without books, animals or cheese so it's simply inconceivable to me that there are people who go through life without them.

I do agree with the article's author about this: "One of the scariest prospects about joining the Big Brother household would be the grim desert of weeks on end with nothing to read." Besides not being an outdoor girl and not wanting to relive the days of having to put up with roommates, I would never want to be on a reality show because I couldn't read.

Protest In Crawford

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.

"...The first thing you notice as you approach the protest site is the long sweep of crosses, stars of David and Muslim crescents, each marked with the name of a fallen soldier or Marine. Only five hundred were up on Saturday, but five hundred crosses stretch a long way down the road. The impact of that memorial was sudden and shocking; like the Vietnam and Oklahoma City memorials, or the excavation pit that was Ground Zero, it has power beyond what words convey, and beyond the political point it was intended to make...

...The real question is, what happens next? Some declared their willingness to make Crawford the headquarters of anti-Bush protest. Others had made up their mind to follow Sheehan to Washington when Bush leaves Crawford at the end of August. And others are looking ahead to a protest scheduled for the end of September in D.C., which they hope to make as large as Martin Luther King, Jr.'s march to the Lincoln Monument. Whether all this energy -- or, as one long-haired Vietnam vet put it excitedly, "positive vibes" -- outlasts August will tell if it is more than mad blood."