2. You eat a cucumber whole, like you would an apple.
8. You’ve become a pedophile because all attractive people in uniform are probably 18.
9. You panic Friday morning when you realize the only food you have to last you through Shabbat is brown rice and an onion.
11. You go through a carton of hummus every few days.
my friend Rachel (not me) has been keeping this incredible travel blog of the very astute observations (and awesome photos) she’s been collecting while doing internships and traveling throughout India and Israel since last October. i highly recommend reading all of her posts; i savor them almost as much as each novella we exchange via email. but this post in particular reminds me of the joy (and privilege) of being able to completely delve into another culture—something Rach is very attuned to and intelligently comments on quite often—in an adorable, fun way. much like Rachel herself. miss you, babycakes!
Maybelle is almost three years old, and she can count to ten, say the alphabet, and read more than 100 words. I share this with you and with other people in the world not because it’s “uniquely Maybelle.” She’s not a prodigy. She’s a child with Down syndrome who has been given the opportunity to achieve, and—like most of us in the world—when given an opportunity, she rises to meet it. I don’t mean to suggest that she, or anybody, will achieve every opportunity that’s presented, of course. But it’s rare for any of us to achieve without being provided with the space, the support, and the belief that make achievement possible.
another awesome post in Alison’s ‘Body Language’ series at Girl w/Pen
Such angst! My friends’ discomfort made me think they might know something I didn’t about how tricky it would be to go from a day-to-day friendship to a long-distance one. I decided to ask them: Could I have made the farewell process less difficult or more meaningful? What should we do to ensure our relationship stays strong? Here’s what they said:
"I am having a hard enough time without you here to face the topic any further."
"I don’t want to talk about this, it’s too painful."
"Wait, did you move?"
I looked elsewhere for inspiration.
this just in: my friends are still far away, and i still miss them. i’ve sought out and exploited just about every other mode of creative and/or standard form of communication that exists in my constant pursuit to shrink said distance, and i still don’t have it down to a science. but i do feel like i could probably write a book on the topic by now. (or at least a better article.)
Ultimately discussions of “Man Down” should pivot on whether the gun shooting that opens the video was a measured and appropriate response to an act of rape. Perhaps in some simplistic context, such violence might seem unnecessary, yet in a culture that consistently diminishes the violence associated with rape, often employing user friendly euphemisms like sexual violence—as was the case in the initial New York Times coverage of a recent Texas gang rape case—rather than call a rape a rape. As an artistic statement, intended to disturb the public square, Rihanna’s deployment of the gun is an appropriate response to the relative silence associated with acts of rape, let alone the residual violence that women accusers are subject to in the denial and dismissal of their victimization with terms like “she deserved it,” or “she was asking for it” because of her style of dress.
One wishes that as much energy that was expended criticizing Rihanna’s video for its gun violence was expended to address the ravages of the rape culture that we live in. One man may be down, but rape culture is still standing.