Lenten shopping fast, you are hereby broken. Thank you Jesus for dying for the sins that these items will, hopefully, enable me to commit. Like being late for everything even though the time is right there on my wrist!! (OBVIOUSLY that’s what I’m referring to - I mean, my bra [and ass] size is right there on the order, what kind of seduction do you expect me to do with that.)
Anyway, let’s hope some of this stuff fits. Asos’s runway feature is great in theory, but it is of absolutely 0 help to me that they have giraffe-proportioned women modelling petite exclusive designs. I mean ……
You are too young to stand on the land forever. There will always be boats, but is it truly that you wish to catch your first when you are Crone? To be a true Well & Good Crone as I you must have had many transformations, many lives & shapes. What is distant alien unfathomable is what boat-riders go in seek of. You have much time yet to spend in comfort & the being with things you know. If unspoken to, what is alien & unfathomable in you will drag behind you always like a mangled & uncared-for boat.
Giving up shopping for Lent has been a real struggle this year, what with Asos’s extensive petite collection offering to turn my dreams of wearing an actual midi skirt into reality. For the low low price of $162.74, these could be mine in mere days! But Easter’s on Sunday and I’ll feel so weak if I give in on the very first day I could, just because I could. Particularly because I don’t really believe in God in the first place, just culturally defensible excuses for saving money within a predetermined timeline. I already have a minimum of 30 adorable & casual skirts and dresses at my disposal, waiting to be reintroduced now that spring is (mostly) finally here. But my consumer brain does not care for this logic; no matter the objections, I always want more. I mean, I gotta get something to fill up the gaping hole in the center of my being.
Sigh. Just don’t ask me about my Amazon cart; I don’t even want to talk about that one.
[T]here’s always a tension between wanting to be free and wanting to be cherished. I think that’s one of the things that the whole book speaks to, wanting to break out of the confines of the roles that are prescribed for women and yet at the same time, not wanting to be totally free. You want to have intimate relationships. It’s that bursting out of confinement.
I think that there’s something innately human in wanting to praise the world even though it’s disappointing in so many ways.
In the past few years we’ve seen more shows and movies featuring female fuckups, from Young Adult to Girls to Bachelorette. But usually, these women are embarrassed by their failure to get it together, and their insecurities spill over to poison their friendships and romantic relationships alike. By contrast, the women of Broad City exhibit very real imperfections without the self-loathing. This strikes me as a huge step forward. Abbi and Ilana don’t just reject the exacting standards most women feel they have to live up to, they still feel great about themselves. And their self-esteem is probably directly attributable to their unflinching support of each other and the pleasure they take in each other’s company.
By HANNAH BLACK
The Overly Attached Girlfriend’s desire isn’t oriented towards sex or even a boyfriend; both are just means to maximal intensity of feeling
"Now, at least in most mainstream discourse, feels-shaming is more common than slut-shaming: the shame of being too much or too little, too warm or too cold, too ambivalent or too certain. Successful attachments, we are told, are pragmatic fusions of compatible values, something to work on, replete with quasi-contractual obligations to tell the truth, empathize, etc. Unsuccessful attachments, on the other hand, are failures of competence, embarrassingly lacking in the reality principle …
“Girl, you have always done too much or too little, and you are always too much or too little already. You are a mess of emotions, you live hand-to-mouth and from one day to the next, the slightest touch sends you into raptures or turns you cold as ice. It’s an achieved miracle, a form of heroism, that you still consent to be touched at all.”
Life tip: there are many cathartic hours to be had in getting stoned when you can’t sleep and composing diatribes against all the men who have slighted you. Never will their offenses so strongly reflect the dysfunction at the very core of their being, and never again will you be able to articulate your thoughts quite so cuttingly and incontrovertibly, but goddamn it feels good to think them.
I’ve never been able to change the radio station when oasis’ wonderwall is on (I know it’s a cliche favorite song). if you ask my itunes what my favorite song is, it’s the national - sorrow. I first heard it in an episode of the skins and listened to on repeat for days. I don’t have any great stories about why these songs are my favorite, but I’d love to hear yours. what’s your favorite song?
According to iTunes: Buzzcut Season by Lorde, to which I will not object.
(Fun facts: #2-7 are also Lorde; you have to go to #29 to see a single male vocalist, and that’s The xx, so I’m not even sure it counts.)
According to Last.fm: Gimme Sympathy by Metric. No objections there either.
(You have to wait until #32 to get a male vocalist there. I applaud my personal dedication to musical misandry.)
But for realz it’s probably a three-way tie between those two songs and That Teenage Feeling by Neko Case. iTunes & Last.fm have done me good.