Man! I feel like a woman.

This is the reaction paper I wrote. This is the reason I had to stop posting this afternoon. The blogging is getting to my head already. Heh heh.

Taken in class:

I've been blogging, inspired by the late Virginia Woolf and her A Room of One's Own. In that inspiration, I am tempted now to construct my reaction paper in the format of a blog. I am tempted to add pictures and videos to illustrate my thoughts. I am tempted to ramble about my life and my musings, as a hipster might, and though I may try to keep this academic, my mind may roam, my mind will roll. "Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind" (Woolf 76). Lock me up in a library of academic propriety; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind. And because of this, because Ms. Woolf has unwittingly given me permission, my mind has been unlocked and set loose like Pandora's box. Pandora Woolf, what were you thinking?

What she was thinking is that women needed a writing style of their own because the feminine experience is distinctly distinct from that of the masculine. Note my use of gender term, and not sexes; unlike Woolf, I do not believe that literature was taken over by the male, but by the masculine. Here is my attempt to introduce the feminine, calling it the female. My release is not in sentence structure, as that of Woolf, though sentence structure is important, and I do, more often than not, catch myself writing in the manner that so characterized Jane Austen, full of subordinations, but more importantly, full of commas. Is this distinctly feminine? Possibly, but I would not hold it against any person of the masculine sort to write this way. I stand corrected by myself. I would not hold it against any male to write this way, but the masculine...the masculine is the short, concise, Ernest Hemmingway sentences. Anyone can admit that he is overtly masculine, and would not be valued if he had written in these lengthy sentences, littered by subordinating, floral in nature, if you will.

I digress, but I gave you fair warning. I am in the blogging mindset and in the blogging mindset I shall stay, not because I cannot escape from it, not because I think you'll understand and take pity on me, but because the blogging writing style is that of me. "What do you mean, Sassy?" you say. Well, as much as Austen's inordinately filled sentences were seen as, well, refreshing to the women of her day, for they were feminine and they were theirs, my stream-of-consciousness blogging personality in my writing, that which is different from the great rowers of literary history, such as William Faulkner, is refreshing to a portion of those in my generation: the hipsters, especially those of the feminine nature, though I find it hard to recall a masculine hipster that has crossed my path. This brings me back to my point(s): the feminine needs a writing style, not the women. And so, for you, whoever you might be, if you can find it in your self to be feminine, at least for the course of the time it takes you to make it to the bottom of this black, pressed lettering, this may read to you as your own thoughts, your own musing, on Virginia Woolf, whether or not they are. For what is feminine but the ability to relate to all things feminine? And what is blogging but the ability to draw a relation to all those reading your blog? Sound familiar? Sounds like Virginia Woolf to me.