Today I watched the men I work with barely hide their snickering at a woman who came to our construction site and did her job competently. I'd like to write a post about it, but I just don't have the energy. Sometime when I'm less embattled I'll try to elaborate on the topic.
But on a lighter note, I've been consuming some really great media lately. I've been reading up a storm, most of which I'm also too lazy to write about at the moment, but suffice to say I've been enjoying myself instead of reading List books. I did get Death Comes for the Archbishop with my latest batch of library books, though, so, you know. Slowly but surely.
Although it's occasionally made a show of mentioning how few female surgeons there are, the show is mostly ladies having feelings and being good at what they do and it's comfort food after long days/weeks living in the exclusive realm of men. I shouldn't make so many excuses for the fact that I'm watching a show that I enjoy for whatever reason, though. I never pay attention to Meredith Grey's monologues. I kind of can't believe that they're still around in season 7.
I picked this up again after realizing there is no way I can watch a tv show with another human being right now without doing so remotely. I'm still in the first season and it still kind of sucks, but I'm hoping that it really does get better like everyone says.
I watched this movie on Valentine's Day to prepare for the fourth entry in the series, Fury Road, which looks like it'll be amazing. Watch this trailer if you haven't yet:
I actually definitely recommend the first film, although the audio is either kind of terrible or my tv is (both of those are good possibilities). It's nicely vague, exists purely for the chases as far as I can tell, and features an unbelievably smooth Mel Gibson, as in his face looks like a baby's bottom.