Thursday, June 19, 2003
When I Think About You I Google Myself...
So just on a whim (I love that word... whim... sounds like a sweet faery sigh) I decided to Google myself. This is internet intellectual masturbation at its finest, grasping for the brass ring of celebrity with desperate, shaking claws. This here blog Googled up at number 2 (!), right after this entry:
"Katherine Turner
Lecturer in English at Trinity College, Oxford.
Has published on eighteenth century poetry, travelogues, and women's writing, and her most recent publication is British Travel Writers in Europe 1750-1800: Authorship, Gender and National Identity (2001)."
Oxford Katherine Turner (OKT) is deeply cute. Oxford didn't provide a very good picture of Dr. Turner, she's squinting against the sunlight and her hair is tied back in a bland ponytail; but even this non-glamour shot shows her winning dimples and full, strong nose. She looks like she's in her thirties, the kind of Oxford professor who speaks with a crisp, upper middle class London accent, writes yawn-inducing academic prose and is secretly a tiger in bed. She has a boyfriend (let's call him Jared), and they've been living together for three or four years. Jared's struggled to get the funding for his Machu Picchu expedition and promises that they'll marry once he finishes his dissertation on early Peruvian dietary taboos. But as time wears on, OKT begins to realize that Jared, although sweet and loving, will never fullfill her childhood longing for a virile, prince charming type.
I would love to meet Oxford Katherine Turner and discuss Victorian literature and gender.
