My 5-year-old insists that Bilbo Baggins is a girl.
The first time she made this claim, I protested. Part of the fun of reading to your kids, after all, is in sharing the stories you loved as a child. And in the story I knew, Bilbo was a boy. A boy hobbit. (Whatever that entails.)
But my daughter was determined. She liked the story pretty well so far, but Bilbo was definitely a girl. So would I please start reading the book the right way? I hesitated. I imagined Tolkien spinning in his grave. I imagined mean letters from his testy estate. I imagined the story getting as lost in gender distinctions as dwarves in the Mirkwood.
Then I thought: What the hell, it’s just a pronoun. My daughter wants Bilbo to be a girl, so a girl she will be. And you know what? The switch was easy. Bilbo, it turns out, makes a terrific heroine. She’s tough, resourceful, humble, funny, and uses her wits to make off with a spectacular piece of jewelry. Perhaps most importantly, she never makes an issue of her gender—and neither does anyone else.
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Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks - Stick Figures In Love
I haven’t listened to the recent Malkmus records much, but found myself cueing up Wig Out At Jagbags and Mirror Traffic over the past couple of days. For some reason — perhaps because I inexplicably hear Boys Don’t Cry in my head when listening to it — this one has gotten stuck in my head.
I had that on repeat in iTunes a lot last year. It’s a good one.
“Malkmus is 47 now, closer to getting his AARP card than to graduating college. Once the wistful 25 year old with a heart full of unspeakable sentiments, now he’s the handsome middle-aged guy next door borrowing a pinch of weed to get him through this cookie-baking session for his son’s end-of-the-season soccer party.”—Mike Powellreviews the new album from Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, Wig Out at Jagbags. (via pitchfork)