Penguin meets penguin. Other penguin leaves penguin for nicer, better-groomed penguin. Penguin cedes all social ties to other penguin, leaves group, falls into depression. Penguin falls in love with cartoon character.
...That's... that's my autobiography and my Stony fanfic obsession right there, in a nutshell... except as a compersion-prone lithromantic, I get off on watching others whose minds I groove to be happy together, so long as they leave me the hell alone.
According to the New Deal Insurance Diet Plan thingy, I should have lost 2.9 pounds in the past three days. I am assiduously tracking and measuring, and UNDER reporting exercise. I would be greatly distressed indeed were this the case; "one pound per day" is not a safe or healthy weight loss pace... especially as this is what I've been eating/ doing for almost a year... no matter what Zombie Bloke says, I have never, ever been in a place where I could stand to lose 350+ lbs...
I know I think about Podkayne of Mars way too much, but... at the end, why does Tom yell at Poddy's mother for not focusing on her enough? I mean, Uncle Tom would have needed the smokescreen to get to Earth just the same, and the kids would have been right there anyway, no matter whether Dr. Fries had been Claire Huxtable or Stephanie Kwolek... it is the greed of those who hired Mrs. G. (my theory is Dexter Cunhas Senior and Junior, among others) to use Podkayne and Clark as leverage; Clark's own incompetence (give him a break, he's an eleven-year-old fighting NATO and the Eastern bloc); bad UI on the part of the manufacturers of the inertial tracker (seriously, who designs a navigational aid that can't be carried on a lanyard or wrist strap or integrated into Venusian equivalent of hiking poles? Or was it something Clark jerry-rigged? Can't remember!); Tom himself's stubborn refusal to give in and sell the birthrights of his constituency for a mess of pottage the kids don't even want; and even Podkayne's own loyalty and maternal instincts that did her in.
Poddy was a good girl, the kind of good person who would not have been improved by helicopter parents. Parental attention would have fanned Clark's dark-triad traits while squashing his genius, which was of the sort that would have fucked off into a corner forever if someone had tried to encourage it rather than treating it as nuisance. Arguably, the ONLY thing that could have turned Clark Fries into Kettle Belly Baldwin (or the Moffat Mycroft Holmes) instead of Jonathan Crane was having Podkayne's purity as constant background radiation, then having that ripped away by The Bad Guys.
I believe Tom was just feeling powerless and lashing out, not at the source(s) of the actual problem, but at the thing that was most likely to change and be hurt by his lashing out.
And people say this book has no relevance to feminism...