self righteous

Zootopia 2016



In the animal city of Zootopia, a fast-talking fox who’s trying to make it big goes on the run when he’s framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Zootopia’s top cop, a self-righteous rabbit, is hot on his tail, but when both become targets of a conspiracy, they’re forced to team up and discover even natural enemies can become best friends.


The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing

  • Amazon: 3.6
  • Goodreads: 3.74

This 1962 novel is brilliant and yet maddening. I jumped up to read passages aloud. I highlighted whole paragraphs. I screamed at the infuriating characters to shut up, grow up, and lift themselves out of their self-righteous narcissism. In short, I loved it. The more unlikeable the character, the more perfectly Doris Lessing writes her.

The book’s skeleton is a novella, in 5 parts, about Anna, a novelist now struggling to write. In between each section are long parts of Anna’s notebooks: a black notebook outlining her life in Africa before and during WW2; red, documenting her years in the communist party; yellow, in which she works on a novel based on the one her own ill-fated love affairs; and blue, which is a personal journal. At the end the notebooks are distilled into one: the Golden Notebook. It speaks to the danger of compartmentalising life and thought (or is it the necessity of doing so?), female freedom and sexuality (the gender politics are oh so 1960s), political consciousness (as in, the awareness of power in all its manifestations as well as formal political movements), the strengths and limitations of idealism, activism and social movements (anyone in the contemporary church will be alarmed at the characteristics it has in common with the British communist party), and the artist’s fear of emotional unravelling and madness.

There were times the notebooks became rambling or incoherent or just dull (realistic, but not great reading). There were times it all felt like too much. But it is such an provocative, ambitious novel it makes most if what I read look meagre and inconsequential. I feel irrevocably changed by the experience.

by guest reviewer Carolyn Francis

Read excerpts from the book here!


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  • James always being 10000% more into singing along to the songs playing on the radio than everyone else and almost always singing the wrong lyrics. But he sings them with so much confidence and is adamant he’s the only one who’s hearing them right?
  • His leadership complex being the source of his arrogance and his absolute refutation of the fact that he could maybe…. possibly… be wrong
  • But you know it’s Lily who corrects him one day in the Common Room when he’s absolutely butchering The Weird Sisters and he gets all self-righteous
  • He’s all long limbs and jabby fingers and she’s all red hair and very piercing glares
  • And of course he knows he’s wrong in the moment. But he’s not going to admit it.
  • And now, he figures he likes Lily correcting him
  • So he purposely fluffs the lyrics and secretly enjoys the wrath she unleashes on him
  • And a few years down the line, when they have their own place and he’s singing the wrong bloody words to Harry as he coos in his arms, she realises, everything she ever hated about him…
  • His stupid untucked shirts and over-exaggerated hand gestures and his skew-whiff glasses and how he wears his watch on the inside of his wrist for some ridiculous reason
  • And the way he’s always, always, singing the wrong lyrics
  • … everything she ever hated about him is now, embarassingly and she can’t quite believe it, everything she’ll always love.
Profs Deny Indoctrinating Students

Psssh… yeah right! Any person who’s done their 4 years knows irrefutably that these colleges and universities are the unconscionable propaganda mills of the communist elite. There is no room to criticise these profs either (as I have experienced first-hand) although they would claim that the point of college is to question everything. Self-righteous hypocrites and liars, the whole lot of them. Intellectual poachers and revisionists. The damage that has been done because of these academics is jarring…

1) I wish my parents would have told me that things can change so abruptly and sometimes so painfully and that all you can really do is just sit and stare blankly back at it. They never warned me about losing someone you loved and simply all the closure you can seem to get is a “I don’t love you anymore, I’m sorry.” and half of a wave goodbye.

2) I wish my parents would have told me that sometimes there is no fixing a person. That sometimes, a person simply is not broken. You can’t fix something that isn’t broken. Sometimes you are the person that is broken and needs the fixing. But humans are not medicine. They aren’t going to mend your broken bones or soothe the pain in your chest.

3) I wish my parents would of told me that just because you have an idea of a person, it doesn’t always prove to be the reality of that person. Sometimes the best liar can be your mind, intoxicated by attraction.

4) I wish my parents would have told me that not everything is as simple as we believe it to be. That sometimes, you have to continue to work and work at something, only to be shot back down again. Getting back up time after time can be difficult, but it wouldn’t hurt so god damn much mom and dad, if you would have informed me of its existence in the universe and the large roll it plays in our lives.

5) I wish my parents would have told me that among all of the drugs they tried so desperately to inform me of, the strongest known to mankind was love and the second, lust. More importantly, I wish they would have explained to me the difference between the two.

6) Finally, I wish that my parents would have told me that there is no avoiding getting hurt in this world. That I myself alone, am the hero of the story and I do not need to be saved.

—  6 Things I Wish My Parents Would Have Told Me