Blogging for choice

Today, is apparently, blog for choice day. I’m quite tired because I’ve been at a lecture at Westminster watching other people drink cheap white wine – which I didn’t indulge in because I am pregnant. So I’m not actually going to go into all the reasons that I support a woman’s right to choose and access to abortion.

But Melusina has a nice post. Jen’s done one. The Tennessee Guerilla Women. Sorry if there are others that I regularly read that I’ve missed. Anglofille phoned one in, too (just as I’m doing).

You can see Brittney’s Nashville roundup here and you can see a big old list of other doing the same at the Blog for Choice Day compendium.

Last King of Scotland

Nicole in London reviews the Last King of Scotland. She thinks it’s worth seeing. I believe her. But I won’t be going. See, I already read the book. I read the book, I can’t see the film. This is something I learned about myself a long time ago.

I only get annoyed by the pesky differences and perceived dimunition of the work. I feel compelled to tell my companion(s), “See, in the book this what happened.” Or “I can’t believe they left ______ out. It was a pivotal moment in the book.” Or “Now, you see that didn’t happen in the book – it couldn’t have happened because the X couldn’t be the killer, oops sorry – you didn’t know that…” So then not only am I annoyed, so is my companion and potentially everyone seated around us.

And then I walk out of the cinema saying “Man – I wish I’d never gone, the book was much better and now it’s all twisted up in my head.”

By the way, Giles Foden’s Last King of Scotland is an excellent book. It’s been a while since I read it, so I can’t give a comprehensive review. But it was powerful and compelling, exciting and disturbing asked what cost of going along with the flow?