I Am More than the Sum of My Parts
Here I am on a sunny day, sitting in the college library, supposedly writing an essay about how the 'highly sexualized ' nature of Tifa Lockheart and Aerith Gainsborough from Final Fantasy VII is in fact not a bad thing despite what feminist theorists say, and I'm distracted. I'm distracted because this chair is about as comfortable as sitting on a bag filled with hamsters and no-name brand Jell-O. I'm distracted because I'm suffering some serious heartache (which, I might add, I can almost work into an entirely different post about scoliosis). But most of all I'm distracted because the computers here are very close together and I can't shake the feeling that the guy sitting next to me can read everything I'm writing. If that is so then he knows a lot of personal things that I'll probably have to kill him to protect. Here's the deal with today's post. I've been fighting with this heartache issue for a while now, probably because...