... you scream "He's pregnant!" instead of "That must be a serious illness!" whenever a character is feeling weak, unsettled and staggers to Hogwarts' infirmary.
Yeah, 'Snape' and 'baby' in the same sentence sort of make the world tilt on its axis...
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Besides, I fear I'm too feministic to support this 'epitome of marital bliss' part of the stories -- they're slash, for God's sake! We should finally be able to part with this unavoidable pinnacle of the standard old-fashioned love affair. It tends to go along the lines of: "they meet, they discover tender feelings, then they marry, and finally they have children together". Eeek.
I want them to be men. Otherwise I'd read Harlequin novels. Duh.
You know what, lately I've downgraded my future plans from "one kid only" to "most likely no kids at all". Otherwise I'd always have to feel sorry for the poor little bugger, seeing as it'd be stuck with me as a mother. ;-)
The wife of a colleague is close to giving birth to triplets. I feel for him and her both. Urgh. Nightmare!
Went to see a friend with just one kid, and was all horrified of how small her life has become. Feeding the baby, changing the diapers. Trying to take a nap. Feeding again.
Not for me. I'd just have the baby scream, while I put on my earplugs and write more slash.
I do think I'll adopt a teenager or five some day. :P
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Besides, I fear I'm too feministic to support this 'epitome of marital bliss' part of the stories -- they're slash, for God's sake! We should finally be able to part with this unavoidable pinnacle of the standard old-fashioned love affair. It tends to go along the lines of: "they meet, they discover tender feelings, then they marry, and finally they have children together". Eeek.
I want them to be men. Otherwise I'd read Harlequin novels. Duh.
The wife of a colleague is close to giving birth to triplets. I feel for him and her both. Urgh. Nightmare!
Went to see a friend with just one kid, and was all horrified of how small her life has become. Feeding the baby, changing the diapers. Trying to take a nap. Feeding again.
Not for me. I'd just have the baby scream, while I put on my earplugs and write more slash.
I do think I'll adopt a teenager or five some day. :P
Urgh. Forget teenagers. Teenagers are Trouble with a big "T". Don't want to work for school. Need a chauffeur, need money, are never home.
I have a younger brother. Thank God today he's almost grown up; the years before... thanks, but no thanks.