Is it summer somewhere? Because it’s like endless chilly dreary rain in London. Woo.
“He’s twenty years old. I try to take him outside whenever I can so that he can have some new experiences before, you know…”
Sad story of the night: At the end of my dog’s life, she was more or less blind, and she was pretty sick, so she couldn’t do much. But she loved riding in the car. So when I was home, I used to take her on rides in the car… I’d help her into the back seat, put the windows down, and drive down to the beach and back. And she’d seem happy. I hope she was happy.
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Regina Spektor- Fidelity
Once I took a quiz thing that was supposed to tell you about yourself based on your favorite musician. At the time mine was definitely Regina (she’s still a favorite, but she shares the title with some others). It said that if your favorite musician was Regina, you were a girl who didn’t understand boys.
At the time it bothered me. I have many male friends, and I do like to think of myself who has a reasonable understanding of what men are often like. But now I think more that the fairly strong female-perspective of Regina’s music isn’t so much that the music is ignorant of the male-perspective in a bad way, but that it is actually a very crucial contrast to the constant male perspective in books, movies, television, music.
People can call names and say that the girls who love it don’t understand boys, like that’s a bad thing, but maybe we’re just too busy trying to wrap our minds around how we feel, for once, that we don’t have time to once again contemplate the male mind. Or maybe we just don’t care. Not embodying a male perspective is not a mistake, it is liberating.
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I was standing in the bathroom with my 8-year-old niece and she saw me adjusting my top and said, completely serious and curious,
“Why do you want to look good?”
it took me aback for a moment.
“Sometimes because I want to. Sometimes because I feel like I should.”
“That’s silly. See, I have sap all over my hands?” she showed me her hands, “and see I don’t even care! Because it doesn’t matter. Sap happens.”
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Photography by Hengki Koentjoro