We toured a potential new Kindergarten for our boys for next year. The school believes in project-based, mixed-age learning, i.e.: learning by doing, which is totally my jam. The teacher was talking about how we don’t teach our kids to fail, we only teach them to achieve, to ace the test, and that if they do anything less they have wasted their time. As a perfectionist, this really spoke to me. Think about the quintessential school project, the volcano for a science fair. I remember making one, and it didn’t erupt. I felt like a total loser, which at 12 you already feel all the time. Had someone explained to me that, in building that volcano, I learned what worked and didn’t work, that it was simply a prototype, it would have saved me years and years of therapy.
why do people have to be sour? (myself included) i just walked dogs and this lady scolded me about picking up clyde’s poop, even though i had a bag IN MY HAND and was waiting to do just that. trying to remember what she might be going through, but it sure makes an afternoon walk a bummer. washing it away with a modelo and oceans 11 in the background and trying to gear up to research my paper. WOOF
re: michelle wolf’s WHCD speech, sorry, but i thought this joke will brilliant: “I’m never really sure what to call Sarah Huckabee Sanders. Is it Sarah Sanders, Sarah Huckabee Sanders. Is it Cousin Huckabee? Is it Auntie Huckabee Sanders? Like, what’s Uncle Tom but for white women who disappoint other white women?” SNAP FOR REAL
Sometimes I hate my body, the unruliness of it. I hate all my limitations. I hate my lack of discipline. I hate how my unhappiness is never enough to truly motivate me to regain control of myself, once and for all. I hate the way I hunger but never find satisfaction. I want and want and want but never allow myself to reach for what I truly want, leaving that want raging desperately beneath the surface of my skin.
(gay’s pop-up magazine, unruly bodies, is exceptional)
