WHAT NO DISSERTATION? my my. what's this i seem to have stumbled on? a mailing list i do declare. this must mean that i haven't got anything useful to do. i return to the nurturing bosom of sinister a sadder and a wiser girl, jaded by job applications, signing on, the startling crapness of AOL, and all the other slings and arrows of outrageous real life. on the plus side, my still-a-student friend just phoned in a tizzy about some essays, and i was able to be detachedly sympathetic and secretly smug. SEX EDUCATION in my experience the term is a laughable misnomer. the essential problem seems to be that every biologically slanted lesson on the subject revolves around 'and then the man puts his penis inside the woman's vagina'. as if penetration was the only point (as it were) to sex. no wonder there's so much teenage pregnancy about (no, not a right-wing rant) - they don't tell kids that anything other than your basic hide-the-sausage is an option. and to tie in female masturbation: if girls were encouraged to do this the way boys now are, they probably wouldn't fancy sex until they were a bit older anyway. how can a spotty, prematurely ejaculating, - "i thought the clitoris was a climbing plant" - teenager compete with expertly 'stroking the kitten' yourself? put me in charge (or germaine greer - she's sensible about these things, though not about certain others.) BELL'N SEBASJUN (DIS)CONTENT(ED) i've been spending all my non-existent money on train tickets to see my absent sweetheart and go to interviews, so have not replaced my bootleg copy of Tigermilk yet. naughty question, but can someone who has the bootleg CD (with radcliffe sessions on it) tell me just HOW MUCH difference there is in sound quality. i hate to think of not being a b&s completist, but funds are short. and yet i had to swallow the bitter pill of buying my boyfriend's spoilt sister a shitty Ibitha CD for her birthday, which she turned out to already have. (georgie, if you've suddenly grown some taste and are reading this, i love you really :)) (sub-heading) ER someone ages ago suggested that we may not like ER if it were by a different band. i must agree: the heady mix of personal tragedy, gore, inpenetrable medical terminology and sexual tension would simply not succeed were it not authored by the gritty, uncompromising talents that make up b&s. isobel does all the bits where doctors are caught having sex, you know. STUMBLING OUT OF A POOR COMEBACK POST right then... you're all funny and gorgeous, you are. and trousers was quoted in the guardian today. wooooo! from sussex by the sea, archel xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+