Miss Verity has been looking for websites to read, or podcasts to listen to, which are feminine without being insipid, materialistic, or bossy in their religiousity.

Please don’t misunderstand: Miss Verity does, goodness knows, have plenty of intellect-light moments of her own; she does own, and take pleasure in, a number of things; she has nothing against faith, and usually prefers the company and writings of people who have some kind of interior life.

But femininity can’t be reduced to shopping, surely, no matter how pretty the items offered for sale? And frankly, Miss Verity finds “celebrity” gossip distinctly unfeminine.

Also distinctly unfeminine: strident flouting of one’s religion in that horrid, pushy, “I know the mind of God, and here’s how he told me to tell you to dress” way. There’s nothing particularly modest about presuming to have detailed access to the inner workings of the Almighty, and Miss Verity wonders a little about the sort of people who think that judging others on their clothes is an appropriate expression of piety. (And Miss Verity seldom lets the public see her ankles, so you can skip right on past the part where you start implying things about her wardrobe, thank you very much.*)

Is Miss Verity the last person on the planet who was raised to think that religion is too personal and sacred a thing to be debased by constantly talking about one’s faith instead of quietly, and without fanfare, living it? She cannot possibly be. She dearly wishes she could find the blogs of some others, though.

*Miss Verity will also just state, for the record, that the sort of men who think the sight of female flesh is a temptation, and that women need to remove said temptation from their path, ought not to be let out in public until they’ve acquired a more robust flavour of “personal responsibility.”


Summer is here

And to that end, Miss Verity has been grocery shopping. She has red wine (two of her favourite labels: Goats Do Roam and Fat Bastard); she has cold beer; she has Jagermeister, for after evening meals, and Underberg, for when the Jag just doesn’t taste bitter enough; she has salad ingredients, and strawberries, and cereal.

She also has bags of organic black earth and cedar chips, and will be spending the afternoon weeding. Somehow, the more dire the news regarding global warming, oil prices, and food shortages, the more time Miss Verity finds herself spending in the garden. It’s very calming. For one thing, there’s no television out there.

She sees she’s not the only one to have made this particular leap, either, and urges you to check out Revive the Victory Garden. It may not actually inspire you to start gardening, but it’s soothing reading nonetheless.

Miss Verity also recently discovered a podcast she rather liked, called An Old-Fashioned Girl (named after a book she also rather likes); said podcast is now, alas, defunct, and their wordpress page appears to be as well. It wasn’t exactly what Miss Verity wanted–slightly too clothes-oriented, for one thing–but it was sweetly feminine and pleasant to listen to, and she’s sorry it ended. Miss Verity frequently has this experience, of discovering things that slightly interest or suit her only to find that they’ve vanished into the aether.

Miss Verity continues to amuse herself by wistfully browsing propaganda posters–would that she had any artistic talent! If she did, she’d whip up a few in praise of her own pet causes.

posterwwibrarmyisnotallwork.jpgBut since she has not, she can only admire the artistry of others. This one, for instance: without coming out and actually saying so, it manages to hint that amongst the pleasures of Service Life one will learn a standard of grooming (and possibly make-up) that will put most actual women in the shade. Oh, yes, and there will be sports–or gorgeous sporting outfits, anyway, which is the main thing.


Miss Verity has never been particularly interested in babies–she’s got nothing against them, and thinks they’re pretty to look at; she just prefers the company of older children and adults–and therefore has only a passing familiarity with the care and feeding of the little dears.

Nevertheless, she does know one ought not to feed them arsenic. Food adulteration being one of the ghastlier aspects of Victorian life, she’d prefer not to see it revived. There are undoubtedly many people to whom one feels tempted to administer arsenic, but babies ought never to be among them.

War Posters

pp_can_24.jpgMiss Verity has always liked war posters; there’s something touching about their straightforward patriotism. All the animals get trotted out: war-bond funded beavers for Canada, a startled-looking kangaroo for Australia. pp_aus_10.jpg

And there’s that sense that ordinary decisions–conserving coal, preserving food, using less and investing more–can be important. Governments no longer seem terribly chuffed about that sort of thing, do they? ‘Use Less Oil’ or ‘Start a Victory Garden’ just isn’t their thing anymore. Pity.pp_uk_16.jpg

Mind you, by WWII the women on those posters had apparently lost some of their earlier calm, cheerful demeanor. The poor girl in this last poster looks as though something’s gone dreadfully wrong with the canning, possibly over-fermentation or argot contamination.



Miss Verity found herself at a loss this morning as to what phrase would be equivalent to ‘girly girl,’ but with reference to adult ladies rather than children. She’d thought perhaps ‘traditional femininity’ might prove helpful in locating the sorts of blogs and websites she wanted.

Alas: she’d miscalculated. Three of the first four results wish to alarm her about the dire psychological consequences of being both feminine and traditional, and the fourth wants to laud a dramatized critique of ‘housewives.’

Googling "Traditional Femininity" yields interesting results.


Miss Verity, having apparently awoken in the throes of a delusion that her blood pressure isn’t high enough, is amusing herself by making a list of words and phrases she loathes:

  • Infotainment. Miss Verity likes to be entertained, but she begs to be spared details of the personal lives of actors and singers, though given the choice between that and having to listen to their “political opinions” she’d…well, actually, she’d throw herself out a high window.
  • Differing voices, as used in practically any context other than when describing a choir or an audition.
  • Love him or hate him, or any variant thereof. Miss Verity is, she regrets to inform you, most often merely indifferent.