Two quotes I’ve been thinking about:
1. Esther Perel
Women are not less interested in sex than men, they’re less interested in the sex they can have. What makes women lose that interest? Domesticity. Motherhood. The mother thinks about others the whole time. The mother is not busy focusing on herself. In order to be turned on you have to be focused on yourself in the most basic way. The same woman who’s numb in the house gets turned on when she leaves. She doesn’t need hormones. Change the story.
2. The School of Life (Kindness Card)
Kind people know how to talk about their failures. They know that others need to hear external evidence of the problems that make us all feel so lonely: how abnormal our sex lives are; how misguided our careers are proving; how unsatisfactory our family can be; how worried we are pretty much all the time.
So beautiful. So funky. You can listen to all of “Hive Mind” on YouTube ~ ~ ~ ~
I’ve been really enjoying the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I’m watching series 5 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and saw Avengers: Infinity War at the movies last night. I’m also currently watching Legion, which is a wonderful unreliable narrator show.
I was talking to James yesterday about how I’ve appreciated the last couple of “baddies” in Marvel films. Usually, baddies are just terribly written – boring, two-dimensional, forgettable – you don’t give a damn about them. But in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and Infinity War, the baddies, I thought, were better-written than most, because they sincerely thought they were doing the right thing. When we see a baddie in James Bond or whatever just hoarding their gold and killing people for fun, it doesn’t make much sense. But baddies who honestly believe they’re doing good? That’s more like it. That hits home. (Although it would’ve been better if the baddie in Infinity War didn’t look like a stereotypical baddie).
I think about the board of directors at Bupa justifying avoiding paying taxes – essentially, avoiding re-distributing wealth to people who are disadvantaged. They’d have their reasons. They’d think they’re doing the right thing. But they’re the baddies, really.
Anyway, it’s 11PM and I want to watch a scrap of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. before sleeping. Goodnight, world.
I think my earliest memory – of loving postal mail – was a book I had as a child, called something like “Free Stuff for Kids.” On every page, there was an offer with a perforated coupon. You had to send the coupon, a letter, and a stamped self-addressed envelope to the address on that page. As an example of the free stuff, I can only remember receiving stickers, but it I know it wasn’t always stickers. It was kinda lame, I guess – children requesting advertising tat – but I loved sending off some mail, knowing that I was going to get something back for free.
My second earliest memory was in grade 5 in primary school, I think. Maybe grade 6. We all had “mailboxes” on our desks – I can’t remember if we made them, or if they were provided. Anyway – we could leave notes for each other, and I thought that was the COOLEST. I was over the moon. I loved leaving silly/fun/friendly/strange notes for my friends. I loved checking my mailbox and finding notes in there, like little secrets, little surprises. And… a bit further into the year… I had a strong crush on a boy in my class, and I remember leaving some anonymous notes for him!
I keep coming back to postal mail. I still want to build something that involves postal mail. 📮💌📯
There are so many A+ songs on Janelle’s new record.