I have nine draft blogposts waiting to be published or perished, which is a vast improvement on the 17 drafts I had waiting in February. Apparently I have been thoroughly boring myself with the thinking of my thoughts, and have not wished to inflict them on anyone else. So. Let us begin again.
I think that I have finally figured out what it is about the PhD project that makes me so uncomfortable. A friend of mine said it is because the subject itself is uncomfortable, and it’s sort of that. I worry about the possibility that portraits of facial disfigurements will be viewed by others with the same kind of detached curiosity that side-shows once were, adding to the sense of otherness and difference. I haven’t come to terms with it, and I am not yet convinced that I am up to meeting the challenge with the level of sensitivity needed to do the participants justice.
I read a whole pile of first year assignments about research in the social sciences yesterday, and they made it all sound so very neat and tidy and simple to understand. Bless their little black and white fresher socks.