Meg’s post on “women in advertising” had me nodding my head along the whole way through. And she has some brilliant points (as usual).
“i’m gonna tell you a secret. i often look at the blogs of other women and think: i wish i could be more like them… and then, i remember that that’s only part of their truth.”
Courtney, of the rad blog Vintch, wrote this post in “defense of lipstick” and after I finished reading it and immediately searched for my abandoned, neon-pink lipstick. (I had shied away from it a few months ago after a boy in class just looked at me and goes “hey, lipstick,” and made me feel incredibly insecure. but then I read her post and thought : AMEN, SISTER.)
“i don’t wear it for anyone but myself. because it makes me feel pretty. like my mama. it reminds me of a time when women wore tights and high-waisted skirts and put up their hair in pin curls. it’s the working girl’s best friend. a way to wake up a face filled with stress, deadlines and no sleep.”
Vanity Fair had this really fascinating piece on the casting of the show Friends & the real friendships built on the show. And, of course, this quote from Matt LeBlanc about the series ending hit me especially hard, seeing as how we are graduating from college next week.
“Yes, I’ll talk to you. Yes, I’ll always know you, but I won’t know you like this. I won’t see you every day, all day. Eat lunch together every day. To have this awesome, experience every week. It’s coming to an end.”
That Kind of Woman wrote this beautiful post about what is considered “sexy” & oh, how I applaud her. I agree with every last word.
“So, I am silly. I am a goof, I break into accents, I quote things, I am loud. I make fun of myself. Why? Because being sexy is…. well honestly it’s too much work. I mean, at least back when I tried to adhere to the societal sexy quota for the 5 seconds I considered it then shook my head in negation. Sexiness, to the best of my knowledge comes in the moments when you have bedhead, wearing bikeshorts and his tee shirt. At least that is when I feel, truly appealling. Yeah, I love going out with my ladies wearing a cute outfit, painting up my face and putting on my pouty red lipstick. But, I can’t be all the time.”
“In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. They were not necessarily the same sentences the professors pointed out, which would turn up for further explication on an exam. I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment. For surely it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time. To conjure a place, a person, a situation, in all its specificity and dimensions. To affect us and alter us, as profoundly as real people and things do.”
“Saint-Exupéry’s larger point about creativity and thought is difficult to overstate: as we age, how we see the world changes. It is the rare person who is able to hold on to the sense of wonderment, of presence, of sheer enjoyment of life and its possibilities that is so apparent in our younger selves. As we age, we gain experience. We become better able to exercise self-control. We become more in command of our faculties, our thoughts, our desires. But somehow, we lose sight of the effortless ability to take in the world in full. The very experience that helps us become successful threatens to limit our imagination and our sense of the possible. When did experience ever limit the fantasy of a child?”
“One day you’re ok and the next you’re not and you long for that time when you will feel whole again. You’re looking for closure and then you realize that there is no such thing. You don’t get over a broken heart, you just learn to carry it as gracefully as you can.”