Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
When you don’t follow any religion, you have to find your Gods elsewhere to avoid not going insane. What I mean is, we all need something to believe in–anything to help us come to terms with what’s unknown. My higher powers these days include Buddhist proverbs, astrology, and a collection of sentences from my favorite books.
Head honcho Matt Zoller Seitz continues his reign over my brain/heart with some expertly crafted (natch) words of advice for us baby writers.
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.
I think it is common for teens to want to push their damages under the rug, hoping that they’ll disappear. As I’ve grown older I’ve learnt that the most interesting, well-rounded people tend to pull them out, stare them boldly in the face, and, eventually, move on.
When English teacher David McCullough, Jr. told a graduating high school class they they weren’t special, his speech went viral. I stumbled upon it again and was reminded of its brilliance, so wanted to share in case any of you missed it.
Talking Yohji Yamamoto, and the freedom that comes with not caring 90% of the time about your clothes, saving your energy for worthier pursuits (like reading to the point of exhaustion).
The crux of it, in my opinion, is your knowing and proclaiming what you genuinely value and enjoy, rather than fashioning those traits around other people’s expectations.
There’s a problematic myth in society that simply because you’re a “nice” guy, you deserve rewards (usually in the form of sexual favors). When those rewards aren’t provided, we as women often get girlfriendzoned.