Science, literature, parenting, gossip, coffee, wine, trying to be ashamed of my bourgeois life.
My drunk sister is ranting about feminism now.
though she could tell I was typing and now she’s yelling “STOP TUMBLING ME!”
This is about me.
This woman is doing science. IS THIS FEMINIST?
“Science,” as a narrative of knowledge, prizes a phallocentric adherence to logic and mastery, breaking things down into discrete parts and seeking to name and control their interactions, rather than viewing them as an intuitively connected, interdisciplinary, feminine whole. This woman is adopting and reinforcing a masculine-supremacist view of intelligence which encourages women to rely on externally defined “facts” and academic credentials, rather than heeding their own inner wisdom. A true feminist simply knows the cure for Alzheimer’s disease, possibly because it’s yoga. PROBLEMATIC.
Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. Don’t you think? It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world’s greatest soprano. Not everyone can be the artist. There have to be those who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see.
—Ann Patchett | Bel Canto (via blogut)
There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood
and there are people who don’t interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.
There are people who don’t walk past an empty swimming pool
…
(Source: whiskey-robot)
The Benefits of Being Shameless
Ever since I got pregnant I sort of had this idea in my head that I’d want to write an essay about how I’ve gone about reconciling my past as a self-identified slut and transitioned into being a mother. But the words wouldn’t come to me when I was pregnant, so I figured I’d get to it once I actually had the baby and experienced motherhood. So I waited and waited, and now, six months later, I’m still unable to write about it. It’s not because the subject matter is too difficult or too sensitive. It’s just that I’ve come to realize something: What is there to reconcile?
I know the anti abortion people want me dead, and someday they’re going to get their way. But I don’t care. I’m old, and I’ll be gone soon one way or another.
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I had a great conversation with a 75 year old abortion doctor in Texas today. I couldn’t use this quote in the piece I’m writing, but I want to put this here so I’d have it.
Really, truly, an amazing man.
(via morninggloria)
(Source: egryan)
