This week’s reading brought us additional disheartening
information about life in the Morrigan house, but also FEMINISM.
Johanna told us
about her parents’ issues, but now we’re beginning to see the bare facts for
ourselves, without the benefit of a green Instagram filter (joke stolen from
Rayna).
Mrs. Morrigan isn’t too deeply ensconced in her postpartum
stupor to interject a remark or three on Johanna’s weight, comparing her, in
her all-black wardrobe, to a big fat crow and quipping that she doesn’t need
drugs because she has a whole plate of sausage rolls. In front of company she
says these things. To a 14-year-old girl with body-image issues.
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| Got the whole negative self-talk thing covered, thanks. |
And those of us who delighted in Johanna’s dad last week had
a particularly hard go of it this week. He is,
in fact, deserving of the benefits he receives. It doesn’t even seem like
he’s gaming the system now that we can see how severe his injuries were. And the
fall that broke his body changed his personality as well. It made him bitter
over unachieved goals and mean on the days when the pain is the worst. And
while I can pity him for the unexpected turn his life took, I mostly pity his
kids, who have to navigate around the landmine plunked down in
front of their TV.
But Dadda is there. And
although his advice has been harsh, it’s gotten Johanna off her arse and into
action at two critical moments in her life already. This last time, the message came loud and clear from a
place of anger and frustration (probably because he was thinking of himself and his unobtained dreams…and worrying that she’d repeat his mistakes),
but he’s right. If you want to be a writer, then stop talking and start writing. If you want to reinvent
yourself, then get to it already.
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| Fake it till yow make it, kidder. |
Now that Johanna is entering the boys’ club of music
journalism, she’s becoming more aware of gender dynamics in the outside world. Despite
growing up with Krissi (“He is on the bed knitting himself a bobble hat whilst
listening to an Agatha Christie audiotape from the library. A big, pale boy
hunched over a tiny pair of needles. Krissi becomes very angry when you tell
him that knitting is for girls.”), she knows there are certain places where
women don’t feel welcome (also some places where a bold chapeau isn’t
appreciated, but that’s not till later). Her first visit to the record store confirms
that notion.
No worries, though. Mouthy American lady-rockers to the rescue.
All my life, I’ve thought that if I couldn’t say anything boys found interesting, I might as well shut up. But now I realize there was that whole other, invisible half of the world—girls—that I could speak to instead. A whole other half equally silent and frustrated, just waiting to be given the smallest starting signal—the tiniest starter culture—and they would explode into words, and song, and action, and relieved, euphoric cries of “Me too! I feel this too!”
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| ME TOO. I FEEL THIS TOO. |
And it may be due to this revelation—courtesy of Courtney
Love and Bikini Kill and Riot Grrrl—that Johanna is able to hold her own during
her first meeting with the men of Disc
& Music Echo in their office that is “essentially built out of
trousers, confidence, and testicles.”
Things are leaving off fairly well for Dolly Wilde this
week. Let’s all enjoy it while it lasts.
This continues to be a readalong hosted by Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads!) and made possible by the lovely people at HarperCollins. Are you convinced you need this book? Of course you are. Preorder from Odyssey Books or your favorite indie bookseller.
