<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:47:01.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in Lit.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-8196818993755512671</id><published>2007-11-30T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:30:47.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath, eyes, Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    In the novel Breath, eyes, memory by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Edwidge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Danticat&lt;/span&gt; I noticed one main theme throughout the novel. This theme was the societies obsession with purity and the problems this brings to the women in the community.&lt;br /&gt;    The most graphic and disturbing example of this to me is the practice of testing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Martines&lt;/span&gt; testing was an extremely emotional disturbing practice to her. It was humiliating and confusing. The reason that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Martines&lt;/span&gt; tested Sophie was because as a girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Martines&lt;/span&gt; was tested up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she was raped. Sophie was tested up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she breaks her own hymen, trying to take some form of control over the situation at hand. The practice of testing was used to ensure a future husband and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; pride, worth and honor which leaves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; body mainly as a trophy and no longer her own.&lt;br /&gt;    The tradition of obsession over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; body and her purity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;objectifies&lt;/span&gt; the women and leaves them confused and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt; with themselves. It forces the women to do harmful things to their bodies, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sophia's&lt;/span&gt; bulimia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Martines&lt;/span&gt; suicide and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Anties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alcholism&lt;/span&gt;. Although presently in our society we don't practice 'testing' and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; focus so much on virginity I believe that we still objectify women almost as much as in the novel. Women are expected to be submissive, a certain size with a certain look, and are constantly thought of as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;inferior&lt;/span&gt; sex in society and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. There are many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; sources that objectify women, one source that does it the most would be music, mainly rap music, but it can even go all the way up to the government. The article about Laura Bush's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; about Iraqi women is one example of this. Laura Bush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;objectified&lt;/span&gt; the women, not in a sexual way, but in a way that was trying to demean their culture and tradition. I would hope that soon our society will try to take bigger steps towards eliminating sexism so that both sex's can live equally and happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-8196818993755512671?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8196818993755512671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=8196818993755512671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/8196818993755512671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/8196818993755512671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/11/breath-eyes-memory.html' title='Breath, eyes, Memory'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-981539489049161201</id><published>2007-11-14T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:08:07.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Joys of Motherhood is a novel that shows the social constraints and stereotypes that are put on women in Africa and in some aspects all over the world.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; Ego was thought of merely as a baby maker and her social status in her community&lt;/span&gt; relied solely on if she could produce male offspring. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; was younger she dreamt of how fulfilling being a mother would be but unlike what the title of this novel would suggest, it is nothing that she expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the novel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; was afraid that she was barren and would not ever become pregnant, after she marries her second husband, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nnaife&lt;/span&gt; she believes that she is blessed because she is able to have a son. When her son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ngozi&lt;/span&gt; dies in infancy the novel takes a drastic change. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; tries to kill herself but she is persuaded not to do so by other citizens in her tribe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nnu's&lt;/span&gt; gift of being able to become pregnant soon becomes her enslavement. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ngozi's&lt;/span&gt; death she has a stillborn daughter and then her three children abandon their responsibility of caring for her and she dies alone on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; Egos life was a self less life that was only filled with sadness and no fulfillment. The one quote in this book that affected me the most was "Her love and duty for her children were like her chain of slavery." (119) It just proves that she was a slave to society. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt; followed the societal traditions of having many children and put so much work into raising and caring for them, then reeked none of the rewards that traditionally should have been granted to her is like working your whole life without any compensation, so it was ultimately like slavery for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nnu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe that today women are still greatly pressured to become mothers and if a women is barren or chooses not to have a child society will look down upon her because she is not fulfilling her duties. I think that this social constraint is meant to control women into staying at home and raising children and restricting them from fulfilling what ever they strive to do in their life whether it be a career they wanted to pursue or any other activities that would make them happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-981539489049161201?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/981539489049161201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=981539489049161201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/981539489049161201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/981539489049161201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/11/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='The Joys of Motherhood'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-3167544685996711793</id><published>2007-11-13T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:48:33.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie John</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The novel Annie John is a novel about a girl who craves the attention of everyone around her. She feels the need to always be the best student for the teachers, the most popular girl in her school but most importantly to Annie she craves the attention and acceptance of her mother.&lt;br /&gt;Through out the beginning of the novel Kincaid stressed the fact that Annie John was inseparable with her mother and that anything that her mother was doing, Annie John was also doing. Annie John even says in one passage when talking about her mother cleaning her trunk that “If I was at home when she happened to do this, I was at her side, as usual.” (21) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When Annie John hit puberty the relationship with her mother began to change. When her mother told her that she was too old to wear matching dresses with her anymore Annie thought that “To say that I felt the earth swept away from under me would not be going too far.” (26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I believe that the major breaking point for Annie John and the way she viewed her mother and her relationship was when Annie rushed home from school to show her mother a certificate for best student in bible study class when she saw her Mother in bed with her Father. Annie went from being excited for “a chance for her to smile again” (30) to finding her mothers hand repulsive. I believe that that this became the turning point in the relationship because Annie saw her mother giving someone else affection. I believe that it was especially hard for Annie because she was coming home to make her mother proud but instead it was almost as if she saw her mother cheating on her. Although Annie and her mother’s relationship seem to be over by the end of the book, I believe that sense it was still hard for Annie to say good bye to her mom and because Annie is only 17 years old, she will return to her family someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-3167544685996711793?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3167544685996711793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=3167544685996711793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/3167544685996711793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/3167544685996711793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/11/annie-john.html' title='Annie John'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-5102725143258956648</id><published>2007-10-11T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:30:16.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House on Mango stree</title><content type='html'>This book is very difficult for me to post on. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand why the author wrote the book in such short and choppy segments with just a little information on each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; and no real plot being followed. What I do know is that the author did want to give us in sight on the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Latina&lt;/span&gt; women live in America.  The one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; that I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mamacita&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it was interesting that her husband brought her over to America and she never left her house. She locked herself in her house and never wanted to leave because she may have felt like if she did she would lose her identity. Even more interesting was that her husband wanted to force her to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. I think this shows that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamacita&lt;/span&gt; felt like she was losing her heritage and did not know how to embrace her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; identity and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; culture she was living in. I think that this may be a problem with many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;immigrants&lt;/span&gt; in America today. They are not sure how what to embrace in American culture without throwing out there own culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-5102725143258956648?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5102725143258956648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=5102725143258956648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/5102725143258956648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/5102725143258956648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/10/house-on-mango-stree.html' title='House on Mango stree'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-4250800620554183538</id><published>2007-09-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:49:10.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kindred is an interesting book that focuses on the enormous difference of lifestyles between African Americans during the slave era compared to modern day Americans. This to me was the most interesting theme in the book. Dana going back in time gave the readers a modern perspective on what life really was like for black slaves and free black people. Dana's perspective gave the readers a more dramatic view because it made it seem like anyone of us could have been like Dana. Picked up from the security and comfort of our modern lives and thrown into a time where people were beaten and raped for simply being of a different race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;One of the scenes that saddened me the most was the scene where the children were playing a game that auctioned themselves off as slaves. It reminded me of the  scene in The Bluest Eye when Claudia received the white doll. Both, the children playing the slavery game and Claudia getting the white blue eyed baby doll, are showing the children that there future cant become anything they want, that there future is bleak. In the the case of the slave game the children are role-playing something that most likely will happen to them, something that will ruin them. In the case of the blue eyed doll it is reminding Claudia that she is not someone that is supposed to be admired, that what is admired is a white, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair, blue eyed girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kindred, as well as the other readings we have done in class, has brought to light the problems that modern day African American women as well as past African American women have endured. I never would've known about a modern black women's pressure to wear her hair straight if Hooks hadn't of mentioned it, or felt some of the feelings and scenarios that past black women have struggled with if it wasn't for Morrison and Butler. These readings have given me a better understanding of the racism that past and present African Americans endure everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-4250800620554183538?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4250800620554183538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=4250800620554183538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/4250800620554183538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/4250800620554183538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/09/kindred.html' title='Kindred'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779793784081486229.post-3599607959876995792</id><published>2007-09-04T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:05:19.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bluest Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison is a novel that expresses hardships that some young black woman may have endured in the 1940s. One of the main hardships that I noticed in The Bluest Eye was that of Pecola. Pecola felt as if she was too ugly or 'too black'. Pecola longed for bright blue eyes because she felt like that would make her prettier, more like a Shirley Temple doll. Although Toni Morrison showed that Pecola and maybe some of the young women from that time did not accept themselves or there skin color she also had characters who did. Claudia is one character that does not want to be more like Shirley Temple or like the white children in her town. When Claudia is given a little white doll with blue eyes for Christmas she is more interested in destroying it rather than worshiping it. I would ask if because of this behavior Claudia is hateful to the white community or if she is simply very secure with her inherent culture and is sick of the white culture being idolized by the black community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779793784081486229-3599607959876995792?l=womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3599607959876995792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779793784081486229&amp;postID=3599607959876995792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/3599607959876995792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779793784081486229/posts/default/3599607959876995792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womeninlitmelissa.blogspot.com/2007/09/bluest-eye.html' title='The Bluest Eye'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383638573239466278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
