I read a list yesterday of the whatever 11 resolutions all women need to make for 2011, and of course it was nurture your soul, find time for yourself, not let’s go out and rally for real political change, or let’s protest our banks’ behavior by taking our money out, or let’s establish a community garden so that we make sure our children, regardless of financial situation, are getting nutritious, fresh food.
No, let’s light a scented candle and talk to our inner child.” Ha!
If someone breaks up with you, it’s okay to be sad. She became an entirely different person for those few minutes of film; you could see her getting softer, and sweeter, and more human, every second.
Why they become, not just entertainment, but myth: Something you use to explain yourself to yourself, or to explain the world. Who, the lady Companion insists that the Doctor will save them, and every time, the people are all “BUT PERHAPS THIS TIME HE WON’T AND WE ARE SCREWED THOUGH,” and every time, the music swells and the Doctor comes and he saves as many people as he can. Because that’s the story you need: There is someone out there, someone good and wise and kind, and he will always come to save you. Some will argue that January Jones is a terrible actress, and to them I submit: The scenes in the child psychiatrist’s office.
The message was that her chance was gone; she wasn’t a child any more, and she had to be judged by adult standards. ”“It was with joy/frustration/hilarity that I read, then, Judith Warner’s piece in the New York Times about the rise of the yoga memoir.
She still needs love, so badly, but she just doesn’t deserve it any more, and giving it to her is just too risky. And how it ties into the death of feminist political action, because all anyone wants to do anymore is “find themselves.” These days that means in the yoga studio, in the bedroom, in their home, rather than in their community, their job, their consciousness raising group.
But I’m thinking back to Brene Brown’s talk, and how one of the things we do to numb ourselves against fear and vulnerability is to “perfect.” Sometimes the world really makes me scared and angry, like when the financial industry runs a protection scam on the entire country, or we start a bunch of wars that we don’t know how to get out of.
It makes me really scared and angry when we torture people – even really bad people – because I think there are things that humans should Just Not Do Ever.
Nothing in my life and faith has been more confusing and spiritually hazardous than my pursuit of marriage. Maybe you’ve wanted the relationship or liked the guy or girl, and you’ve never had the chance.
Girls, stop expecting guys to make any formal attempt at winning your affections.
Exclusivity and intentionality are ancient rituals, things of the past, and misplaced hopes. It’s not that this new line of thinking is necessarily untrue today, or that it’s not the current and corrupt trend of our culture. One of our most precious pursuits, that of a lifelong partner for all of life, is tragically being relegated to tweets, texts, and snaps, to ambiguous flirtation and fooling around. Therefore, only he can prescribe the purpose, parameters, and means of our marriages.
Friends who enjoy sex with “no strings attached” will find pleasure, but not the peaks waiting on the other side of mutual promises.
The happiness of marriage is not only or even mainly physical.