In Which Your Humble Blogger really likes a writer (It's Frances Hardinge).
In Which Your Humble Blogger blames the patriarchy. Also, it turns out that virulent prejudice is probably bad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wanted to write something better, but ran out of time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger considers a cut that isn't perhaps the unkindest, but is pretty unkind, like, maybe in the top fifty unkindest cuts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger checks his privilege. Yep, still got it!
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably doesn't violate anyone's copyright or anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has the most oh never mind.
In which Your Humble Blogger is about a week late for this post, but since y'all never forgot about Baby Jessica you probably still remember the kids from last week.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn't set out to watch three heist movies in a week, but after the first two, thought that perhaps the third time would be the proverbial.
