Gin, why did you figure you’d never read the books?

DW, it isn’t that she made an abhorrent choice that bothers me so much. It’s that I find that choice so completely at odds with who her characters is and has been built up all series long. It’s like a different person was suddenly introduced. Alongside that, because that decision is so drastically apart from her character, there is no monologue about the magnitude of that choice where there should be.

My response to them here: http://windmillsunhorsed.blogspot.com/2012/05/immoral-sex-and-gender-market.html

This is really the key, isn’t it? Just because I might have a picture of myself on the internet, or an open blog or even (dare I say it) an open Facebook account (I don’t), doesn’t give anyone the right to treat me poorly, badly, violently.

This is the shame about western culture these days. That is really a sweeping statement, I know, but it seems more of Western culture grabs ahold of this than not. That if a female (I don’t put ‘woman’ on purpose – many of those treated/attacked in this way are girls) goes about her life in a way that is slightly more public, she “deserves” to be treated this way. Why? Why does the rest of the population “get” to attack her verbally, physically, emotionally, mentally because she might have a photograph of herself on the web, because she might in a way you don’t like. Even if she dresses provocatively – that still doesn’t mean that one “gets” to attack her.

It’s not only men though – women attack other women verbally, emotionally….

Does the wider we not have a conscience anymore? Do we not care about each other – have we ever? Do we just see and know more because we’re one big multicultural neighbourhood these days?

Oh, and I also agree on the Peeta/Gale issue.

It’s hard to not feel guilty every time you pass a homeless person or a beggar. But then again, I dislike giving them money, knowing that they might go and buy more liquor or give it to whoever is making them beg. There are loads of Roma gypsy beggars here. I wonder what their lives must have been like to want to leave Romania. Could it REALLY be worse than standing in the cold and rain in Belfast while the world denies them a couple coins, or worse, are totally indifferent to them?

You’re right – we’re getting it wrong. Like you, I wish I did more – what’s the cost, really, of a cup of tea? It could mean a glimmer of Christ to them. I can’t really look down on them cause I get a funny feeling that I’m looking straight into Jesus’ eyes when I meet theirs.

love you.