Crying in the dark

My daughter and I went to see Wonder Woman tonight. So many feelings, even two and a half hours after we left the cinema.

Until I started to really consider my own feelings about feminism, I didn’t give much thought to female representation in films and on TV. I guess growing up there weren’t many cool, brave female role models apart from Princess Leia and I never gave her much thought. Because I was obsessed with doing everything the boys did, and if they loved Han Solo and Luke Skywalker and ignored Princess Leia, so did I. Damn. (And don’t worry once my teen years rolled around, my love for Princess Leia and her badassery grew exponentially!)

Now, as a 41 year old woman, I will readily admit that I cried tonight in the cinema. Several times. I cried tears of joy at seeing women being strong and brave and kicking arse. I cried when Wonder Woman was confused and strong and focused. I cried because it was a woman, front and centre on that screen. Damn it was good.

The movie and the tears.


Ready to blog!

Let’s not talk about the number of times I’ve tried to join #blogjune. And I’m avoiding the fact that the next 30 days are jam packed with final NLS8 preparations, Medical Research Week, several birthdays in the family and the usual life type stuff.


I do love reading blogs and have been thinking about joining a 30 day challenge lately so, bingo! There seems to be a little resurgence in library and information folk blogging, perhaps partly due to the Glam Blog Club run by newCardigan, which is great. There are already some familiar faces sharing their first posts for the month and some new ones too. And I do love the enthusiasm that’s flying around, talk of scheduled posts and topics, this is a good way feel connected and part of the GLAMR world.

If you want to join #blogjune, send a tweet with #registerblogjune and the URL of your blog. More details are here.

Don’t have a blog? Nooo problem, super quick to set up, don’t think too hard about it, just have a go. Someone will enjoy reading what you write (that’s what my Mum tells me…).