The World of Quest: a comic book review

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A Response to ‘Women Against Feminism.’

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Imagine this:

The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.

Your world is full of freedom and possibility.

Then you…

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Cynthia

 

Under her lunar-milk, ginger-haired, expression,

A secret message is hidden,

Like the darkness,

Hides a fly-by-night scheme,

With yet to be discovered, past-lived, memories,

Could be found in her dreams,

She creates lies to protect,

A family that is not what they seem,

Lost are her friends and dearest love,

To smolder and flames,

A father, once near,

Now is gone.

All that remains is her mom and her three siblings’ beloved,

And now sixteen and will forever be blighted,

As the girl that no one claims to know.

 

Dear Readers

Hello, this is the writer of Cyndra’s space. I wanted tell how I am very sorry about the management and quality of my current blog. I realize now that I have messed up and will do my best to correct the problems I have made. But, I also plan to write a new blog by the end of every week of this month. Here are some of the topics I will try to cover in my blog:

1. Horror Movies

2. Dark Poems

3. Freakish television shows like “The Twilight Zone” and “Ripley’s believe it or not”

4. Fall activities

5. Halloween comedies and how they got there

6. Halloween party music

Well, I can’t wait to get started. I will start hopefully on Tuesday the fifth of October.

Well, Have a great week and weekend.

Farewell,

Cyndra Giggians


“So,I slugged him.”

Before I started writing this blog,I remember reading a comic book and one of the pages in it. It depicted a girl talking to her mom about some guy on her baseball team had called her a tomboy. Then, the girl said after the boy had said this to her she slugged him. I like the fact that the girl stood up for herself. But, the people who made this book  kind of make us who are  tomboys look bad. First of all, they make us look like young girls that only live to make boys suffer. That suddenly being a tomboy is unlike most ultimate evil against God. Not to come off as super-sensitive,but why is okay for men to look feminine and not for women to baggy pants or baseball cap. I looked in the dictionary for the meaning of this word and discovered it described a girl who exhibits   masculine qualities like wearing baggy pants and playing “boy stuff”.  Now, my standpoint is girls should be able to do what “boy stuff” do likewise boys should be allowed to do more “girl stuff”. Of course, I understand why girls and boys don’t do the same things and probably for good reason. But, is it a bad thing to let a girl play football or black nail-polish.

However, I feel being a tomboy is who I am and like being a vegetarian is a matter of principles.

A stranger and nothing more?

Edgar Allan Poe (a.k.a. that funny little bloke named Edgar)

He listens to a raven singing nevermore,

Chatting with his long lost sea queens,

While drinking abstinence and sitting in his rose-covered cottage,

That funny little bloke named Edgar,

As a child saw his mother die,

T’was T.B., this be not a lie,

That traumatized little bloke named Edgar,

Soon he was adopted by the Poes,

Fell in love with a beauty most rare,

But, she did not care,

So, began Edgar’s woes,

That heartbroken bloke named Edgar,

Casted out of his foster home was he,

Like an accursed stone,

That black sheep of the family little bloke named Edgar,

Got a writing job and then quit,

Then, went back to writing stories of wit,

Writing poems and stories that were most macabre,

That poor, dour, little bloke named Edgar,

Suddenly, politicians rise up,

And over-whelmed him with an close and constant alcoholic drink,

To make him vote without the chance to wink,

To create a large following in the polls,I think?

So, ends that funny, traumatized, heartbroken, black sheep of the family, poor, dour, and now no more little bloke named Edgar.

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