Preening

Today is the official gwen preening day. So its moisturisers, buffs and countless shiny glittery powders. Now I am watching something interesting with that hermione girl [kate something?] called the Fossil Sisters. Its not bad, and I recommend it to my mom as she is prone to squeeze out a few tears for the telly :) Its so far about found orphaned girls who stay with a spinster, whose adopted dad is a paleontologist. The dad disappears, along with his money. The girls start taking in boarders. No not that type.

Now d is filling up the room with smells of curry from our christmas day brunch, and I shall have a bit.

Update : Don't watch the movie. It was progressing well, with a lot of helpful feminist undertones. 'The world is not kind to a girl with no education', damn right woman ! And then things fall to pieces, the matriarchy rots, the bank dries and wahey, men arrive to put everything right. Head matron recovers from tuberculosis and gets married, blonde orphan goes to hollywood after signing a contract with man from hollywood, redhead orphan goes to russia for ballet with male chekov, brunette learns how to pilot planes because of stepdad's connections. Man, men, MEN !

Rubbish pseudo feminist flick. Its for the sort of women who read the little plaques next to paintings, does a yoko-ono stunt with paint, feathers and a mummified toe, and drinks cosmopolitans in a pub.

Feh. Philistines, plebeians and proletarians !