We often ignore the indifference of men and dive headfirst into their lives, filling all the empty space with a curiosity, an empathy, that isn’t shared.
Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes Anna Kendrick, soup, and ‘trusting your intuition.’
I can deal with my father’s death, even if it’s tragic and awful and makes me want to puke—I have seen this now, that I can survive a worst-case-scenario, that surviving it is no longer an idyllic, future happening, but a reality that I’ve been thrust into.
I’m another souvenir, amongst many, from the various journeys through time that my father took. Perhaps more deeply rooted, being his child, but still a part of a much larger picture.
I’m afraid that going home will make his absence that much stronger, more biting than it’s already been. I’m afraid that seeing this same sadness on hundreds of faces, rather than five, will make it hurt that much more.
Self-criticism is common to us all, and if we’re constantly comparing ourselves to dubiously ‘perfect’ humans we’re only fueling that fire.
Consider this my official to plea to have the appeal of The Victoria’s Secret Show unpacked for me, preferably via a detailed PowerPoint presentation created by a non-sexually-fantasizing male or female.
The pieces I read over the weekend and loved. Topics include: the NBA, badass women who work for the NBA, racism, introverts, the twisted ‘privileges’ of academia and why your family drives you insane.