

Around that time, just when I needed it, Leonard Nimoy's Full Body Project came to me like a gift. The photographs are in black and white, and they feature a group of fat, naked women laughing, smiling, embracing, gazing fearlessly into the camera. In one, they sway indolently like the Three Graces; in another they re-create Herb Rory's iconic pile of supermodels. It was the first time I'd ever seen fat women presented without scorn.
In a certain light, feminism is just the long, slow realisation that the stuff you love hates you.
I had been erroneously led to believe that "veterinarian" was the grown-up term for "professional animal-petter".
I hated both the movies and the Twilight book series but for some reason I love the graphic novels. Really beautiful art work.