On Tumblr, I mentioned having found an essay I wrote in high school, about Frank Miller's Robins and Simone De Beauvoir's The Second Sex, and several people said they wanted to see it.
This was the first real essay I ever wrote; I've gone through and moved quotes around, since they were basically just dropped into the beginning or end of paragraphs, but that's all I've changed. I've tried to preserve the run on sentences whenever possible, because 16-year-old me was addicted to commas.
This essay sort of dwells on the fuckery of Frank Miller's weird issues with Robin, if that's the thing you'd like to avoid. (From my journal, you'd get the impression that all I ever do for school is write essays about Robins whenever I think I can get away with it. ...Actually, I do do that, never mind.)
( Possibly the only use of the phrase 'giant burning vagina' in an academic context. )
This was the first real essay I ever wrote; I've gone through and moved quotes around, since they were basically just dropped into the beginning or end of paragraphs, but that's all I've changed. I've tried to preserve the run on sentences whenever possible, because 16-year-old me was addicted to commas.
This essay sort of dwells on the fuckery of Frank Miller's weird issues with Robin, if that's the thing you'd like to avoid. (From my journal, you'd get the impression that all I ever do for school is write essays about Robins whenever I think I can get away with it. ...Actually, I do do that, never mind.)
( Possibly the only use of the phrase 'giant burning vagina' in an academic context. )