It's that time again

I have to write a paper for tomorrow.

The paper is supposed to be about what feminist literary critic Nina Baym would think about three modern works of fiction--"The Dean's December," "Lonesome Dove," and "Americana."

I haven't read any of those. I barely made it through Nina Baym's essay.

So really, I don't have a prayer of finishing that paper before tomorrow.

Unless...

Maybe the only way to write a paper about a feminist reaction is to think like a feminist.

(Oh boy. Treading into dangerous waters here. And I'm talking, like, nasty undertow, razor-sharp coral reef, Great White sharks with electric eels coming out of their mouths infested waters.)

So maybe I won't spend the rest of this blog thinking like a feminist. Maybe I'll just try to sit down and write the stupid thing for goodness sake.

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No, that didn't work either.

And I can't burn down the school...

Ugh. Man, I'm stuck. I can't think of any way out of this. So I guess I'm just going to have to sit at my computer, buckle down, grab a glass of Coke, and do some good ol' fashioned research.