Your getting over it does not mean an aisle where one him is replaced by another.
Leigh Stein
Your getting over it does not mean an aisle where one him is replaced by another.
Leigh Stein
“Is it the darkness that is light, or the luminous that is dark? A choice must be made. The same is true of history; people choose what to see, what is light and what is darkness.”
― Per Olov Enquist, The Royal Physician’s Visit
A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
“Themes as old as the Bible: suspicion of successful women, resentment of unapologetic women, a need for women to know their place.”
Bridie Jabour , The Guardian, Downfall…on Taylor Swift
We make mistakes too because we are so lonely.
Alain de Botton
‘Some of us will go on hankering for books ‘
In popular culture we have “the bachelor pad,” and “the bachelor lifestyle,” but no such phrases for women. Women who live alone are objects of fear or pity, witches in the forest or Cathy comics. Even the current cultural popularity of female friendship still speaks to how unwilling we all are to accept women without a social framework; a woman who’s “alone” is a woman who’s having brunch with a bunch of other women. When a woman is truly alone, it is the result of a crisis—she is grieving, has lost something, is a problem to be fixed. The family, that fundamental social unit, dwells within the female body and emanates from it. Women are the anchors of social labor, the glue pulling the family, and then the community, together with small talk and good manners and social niceties. Living alone as a woman is not just a luxury but a refusal to bend into the shape of patriarchal assumption and expectation.
Helena Fitzgerald
“I choose to love this time for once
with all my intelligence
-from “Splittings”
― Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
“I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead. ”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking