February 2011
122 posts
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via brain-food)
“Rae: Can i just ask you a question, what is wrong with men?
Luke: First off, we are told to stop crying by the age of like, three. And then, every time an adult male leaves the house he says, “you’re in charge” but your moms still cutting the crust off your bread so deep down inside you can’t possibly be in charge cause you can’t even make a sandwich. Then, at a certain point you start to notice girls who aren’t your mom, and you want them to like you, you know. But they don’t go for the normal social queues, such as, being tackled to the ground or being called by a nickname, like Craphead. So then you decide to give her a gift, but then she laughs at the rock you just brought her, even though its the coolest rock you’ve ever saw and it has all kinds of glittery stuff on it. Anyway, lets assume for a minute that you work your way through that mind field and you get a woman to notice you. Then what happens? Your guy friends turn on you and they start calling you names. So you spend your entire life trying to satisfy these two dispert groups of people and then you grow up and you throw work into that mix and you start feeling like you’re pulled in three different directions and you know what, sometimes, you’re just too tired to know what a woman wants from you. Particularly if you’ve only spoken to her for 5 minutes on the phone. But we know we would die in a ditch without women, so, we keep trying.” —
Luke: First off, we are told to stop crying by the age of like, three. And then, every time an adult male leaves the house he says, “you’re in charge” but your moms still cutting the crust off your bread so deep down inside you can’t possibly be in charge cause you can’t even make a sandwich. Then, at a certain point you start to notice girls who aren’t your mom, and you want them to like you, you know. But they don’t go for the normal social queues, such as, being tackled to the ground or being called by a nickname, like Craphead. So then you decide to give her a gift, but then she laughs at the rock you just brought her, even though its the coolest rock you’ve ever saw and it has all kinds of glittery stuff on it. Anyway, lets assume for a minute that you work your way through that mind field and you get a woman to notice you. Then what happens? Your guy friends turn on you and they start calling you names. So you spend your entire life trying to satisfy these two dispert groups of people and then you grow up and you throw work into that mix and you start feeling like you’re pulled in three different directions and you know what, sometimes, you’re just too tired to know what a woman wants from you. Particularly if you’ve only spoken to her for 5 minutes on the phone. But we know we would die in a ditch without women, so, we keep trying.” —
I applauded Luke for this answer.
(via brain-food)
