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Yesterday was a historic day for 2 reasons:

1) Barack Hussein Obama was inaugurated as the President of the United States. The historic significance of which has been reiterated ad nauseum. On balance, I am more of a supporter than a detractor. I don’t expect him to perform miracles, but I do believe that he is our brightest hope, and the best man for these times. Primarily because of the confluence of economic environment, his racial/birth heritage, and the fact that the world has been traumatised by Bush, I believe Americans and the world will be more co-operative, give him greater leeway/leverage, more benefit of the doubt, and take a longer time to become cynical and disappointed than with any other President. Which is not to detract from the fact that he is highly intelligent, has proven to be very capable and impressive to date (if a bit aggressive), had chosen strong advisers during his campaign and continues to appoint highly qualified and intelligent staff, nor to diminish the significance of his message of bi-partisan politics, reconciliation and reaching out, responsibility and hope. I watched/listened to his inauguration speech (the first time I have heard him speak) and was very impressed and happy with the text of his speech, the highlights of which, for me personally, were the following: addressing the environment within 5 minutes of his speech, making a deliberate effort to reach out the Muslim world, emphasising the importance of science, partially exonerating bankers of the current economic crisis by reminding of the “collective failure to make hard choices..”, and remembering the poor

2) I had s*x for the first time and shed my virginity. So now, the UK has lost one of its last few remaining virgins over the age of 25, most, if not all, of whom I know… it is after all quite a (rare) achievement to be so obstinate in this day and age, especially in London. I’m not particularly against pre-marital s*x per se, and my continued innocence was driven more by an accident of circumstance (of not having done it with my ex-boyfriend), my judgement that I wasn’t emotionally ready for it (after all, I took 4 years to get over my first boyfriend) and a refusal for the first time to be random (and I have been single for 7 years since my one and only previous relationship), than by any closely-held principle. So, since I was curious and impatient and thought the time and the Boy were both right, I decided to take the plunge. It was interesting… and certainly different from what I had expected from my vicarious experiences through trashy romantic novels. It was both more and less painful than expected, and the quality of the pain was also different than what I expected. I had expected just a sharp pain which then disappears (*every* single bl00dy romantic novel says that!)… instead the pain wasn’t very sharp at all, but more “rounded” … like it covered a larger area but not acute, and the discomfort lasted for quite a long while! The Boy said that I looked like I was about to faint and/or puke up half the time.. and it was true that I did kind of feel like that ;p And I wasn’t used to all that poking around inside and felt like going to the toilet (!), which was, I suppose, a good distraction, as I had to focus more on not letting it all go than on the discomfort, haha! But overall, I like it. I like that feeling of deeper connection with the Boy, our one-ness. I am, however, definitely increasingly disinclined to have a baby, especially not a natural birth! There’s NO WAY a baby could pass through.. we’re not built for it (no matter that generations of women have undergone it - they were misguided for agreeing to undergo legalised Mediaeval torture!), and it will hurt way too much. CALLING ALL SCIENTISTS: please please please invent an external baby incubator, such that we can create a zygote in a petri dish and incubate the embryo to babyhood in a little external glass incubator, feed it via tubes so that after 9 months, we can open the incubator and voilà.. out comes Mini Me!

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