“He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life.”
Modern Hepburn—one of my favorite tumblrs—posted an excerpt from the blog Spilt Milk that got me thinking a lot about the new trend/philosophy of not telling young girls they are pretty, rather complimenting them about other things like their skills and knowledge. (Honestly, I’m still on the fence on this issue.)
“Like the fantasy of being thin, the desire to be pretty is backed by a multi-billion dollar industry and untold numbers of daily encounters with people who’ve swallowed the social pressures whole and made them their own mission to prescribe. Girls who desire a piece of the pretty pie aren’t misguided, inherently frivolous or lacking in ambition. They want to do stuff; it’s just they’ve internalised the message that they must look good doing it for it to count for anything. And that is why the right to be ugly — the right to do and be without being gazed upon and always found wanting — is worth defending.“
My rad friend Mackenzie, the fabulous blogger behind Whatever, Gatsby, wrote a post about the blog-o-sphere and manages to bring so many unspoken things to light. I applaud her. And I am going to take her advice to heart. Things are gonna get real ’round here. ; )
“in some ways i find some of these blogs, like people, to be safe. they tread lightly, hoping to not rock the boat so much. i continue reading, hoping that i might learn something different; i might not have to sift through largely unoriginal material, i might not have to read (or not read) dumps of instagrammed photos without a narrative of any sort, i might not have to see blogs started four months ago with huge sponsorships and millions of followers when they spend multiple posts talking about minutiae (new wrinkles on their faces, what they ate for each meal that weekend, gratuitous pictures of their pugs). i stumble on these blogs because i hope they might have something to teach me, but quality shouldn’t be inferred by clicking on their link after seeing an overdone “ooh, cute!” comment on a favorite blog, but anyways. back at the ranch.”
INTERVIEWERSo when you’re writing a memoir, you can’t allow yourself to be an unreliable narrator?KARRYou have constantly to question, Is this fair? No life is all bleak. Even in Primo Levi’s camp, there were small sources of hope: you got on the good work detail, or you got on the right soup line. That’s what’s so gorgeous about humanity. It doesn’t matter how bleak our daily lives are, we still fight for the light. I think that’s our divinity. We lean into love, even in the most hideous circumstances. We manage to hope.
Laura was so sweet and asked Sam and me to write guest posts while she was on her honeymoon. Sam wrote one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read. (Speaking of, Laura’s wedding was gorgeous. Seriously, the pictures are incredible. Also, her and Radley’s vows!)
And then one day, you walk into a house party and find love. Despite the tears and all the time, it feels sudden. It’s so suprising that all it took was this one moment! A moment that will forever separate the “before” and “after.”
Really, that’s all we’re waiting for … just one. One moment. One person.
Which isn’t so many, isn’t so impossible, isn’t so hard to find.
“I put it to William, particularly, that if you find someone you love in life, you must hang on to that love and look after it… . You must protect it.”— Princess Diana