It took C.R.A.Z.Y., Boys' Club coming-of-age French-Canadian movie, to very belatedly hook me onto Pink Floyd and the Stones (and this, of course, comes a year after the Stones performed at the stadium when Jess ran into Keith Richards on the way back from class and thought he was just a random crazy old man). Listening to consecutive Pink Floyd is an entirely sensory experience because the buzzing and tinkling and riffing slide from earpiece to earpiece so it's like having an orchestra in your head. Then a lady's operatic vocal cuts through the middle of Great Gig in the Sky.

It was very appropriate dystopian background music to my reading about anti-abortion laws in Ceausescu's Romania because it reads like a twisted fairytale. If a woman delivered and reared nine children, for instance, she'd receive the first-class "Order of Maternal Glory", but you'd have to have given birth to and brought up ten or more children to attain the shining title of "Heroine Mother". Pregnant women were coerced into giving birth and bringing up their child regardless of whether they were married or not.

I can never decide how conservative I am. Most of the time I feel like I'm stuck smack in the uncomfortable centre of an ethical/religious spectrum. Election fever in Virginia right now, btw, and a friend from Bible study yesterday mentioned how she cried because the Democrats are in. Then she said, "At least we still have Bush, praise God," and I had to pinch myself to keep from gasping. Maybe because I live in the IRC (which I privately and affectionately refer categorize as "hippie-full") and all the pro-Democrats here are raging mad about the passing of the same-sex marriage amendment, which basically defines the institution of marriage as solely existing between a man and a woman and means no unions other than marriage will be legally recognized in the Commonwealth for couples of all sexual orientations. The argument is how even unmarried heterosexual couples will face changes for the worse. But the colourful issue here is still further nullified possibility for gay marriages. Like how I may buy this shirt simply to milk the political climate, am I simply a callous resident alien who chooses to appreciate and interpret the unfolding of human drama from the sidelines because that's the only place my passion lies - in the drama, not the issue itself?
I got carried away. I am late for class and am sleeping over at the Incubator tonight so no more diatribes, which is what happens when you swallow America.