Reading Notes, Sita Sings the Blues

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A forlorn Sita
(Source)

  • Lakshmi coming out of the milky ocean!
  • I'm kind of digging this art style
    • Oh. Now a very different one.
  • Yeah. That's about how it is with cats.
  • I love the shadow puppet commentary
  • I didn't realize sita had so many names
  • Interesting that the refrain of "I cannot live without you" almost implies that Lakshmi regrets following Rama into exile
  • I'm not like the biggest fan of the wasp-waisted huge-chested wide- hipped thing
  • Interesting discussion of the goodness of ravana
  • I feel called out, abusing the lotus theme. Lol
  • I agree. She coulda just gone with the monkey
  • I feel so bad for the wife. Just rejected like that. :(
Bibligraphy: Sita Sings the Blues, By Nina Paley

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