Archivists > Alchemists
- Me: he's an archivist.
- Sister: wait, he mixes potions? What? Like a witch?
- Me: what... no. Not an alchemist. He organizes old documents. In an archive. Archivist.
- Sister: good, because I was imagining Snape.
- Me: I have to admit that you're closer to the truth than you realize.
My sister just told me that she spent two days after Thanksgiving trying to kill herself with pills, but she didn’t die and now she believes in a God.
I came to terms with her suicidal tendencies years ago. Her religiosity is what I find surprising now. My sister was a die-hard atheist.
I started writing in college. I had a great playwriting teacher who said ‘you should write’. It almost hadn’t occurred to me that that was something I could do. I was a theater fanatic when I was in high school and –– Wendy Wasserstein? Caryl Churchill? I could count on one hand the women I knew who wrote plays. Every great American playwright was a man. And so I just sort of were like, ‘they’re men, they’re probably smarter than me, I can’t do it’. And then someone was like ‘Why did you ever think that? You can totally do it.’ But I think if you don’t have examples, it’s very hard to imagine yourself doing it.
[ Greta Gerwig on the importance of women as screenwriters | x ]
“But I think if you don’t have examples, it’s very hard to imagine yourself doing it.”
Exactly, and that applies to any profession/job/role/life-choice.
Disney Princess Evolution.
They just keep getting sparklier dont they
In a couple of years they might as well grow wings.
the hell happened to mulan no way would she even be caught dead in that
This is so depressing.
We Don’t Take Kindly To Your Types Around Here
I just attended the most ridiculous house party with a lot of over-privileged trust-fundy 20-somethings who think listening to a young singer-songwriter sing a boring song about the railroads of Appalachia or talk about Delta music tradition is worth hushing party-goers over.
I have lived in Appalachia. My grandfather grew up in honky-tonks on the Mississippi. Please stop looking so impressed.
I have never left a party snickering. I left a party snickering at people tonight. I feel kind-of bad about it, but wow that was boring and hilarious.
Bright spot of the evening was finding someone who said he “works on the hill.” I’ve never been so relieved to hear that sentence. Normality!