my god, the amount of positive feedback I would get from looking pretty and
putting on a nice dress and smiling nicely and doing all of that was enormous
versus the affirmation I would get for studying for months and reading
something interesting and talking about it. That would barely get a side
I don’t think my dad
really knew what to do with me, as a daughter. He treated me like a boy;
my brother and I were treated the same. He didn’t do kid stuff. There
were no kid’s menus; you weren’t allowed to order off the kid’s menu at
dinner - we had to try something from the adult menu.
I’m really, genuinely disturbed by this idea that men can’t cry. And that they just can’t express themselves, they can’t talk about how they actually feel. I think that’s actually the saddest thing in the world! It’s what makes you human. How you feel, being able to express yourself, being passionate, being emotional. It’s what makes you human, it’s not what makes you a girl. If you’ve got a beating heart, and you care about things, that’s great.
“As a child of divorce, I am endlessly fascinated with finding the perfect formula for making it work, but I think the biggest lesson I learned is that there aren’t any rules. [As Indian guru Osho said,] ‘Love never becomes wise, and that is its wisdom.’ Sit with the discomfort. Don’t run away from it. Lean into it, take your time with it. So many people jump into things just because they can’t stand the discomfort of not knowing.” -Emma Watson
Drinking or being sexy or smoking never really held any allure or excitement for me. I wanted to wear a sports bra up until I was like, 22, I couldn’t care less. So I guess I’ve just never been in a terrible rush to grow up, or be seen as a woman all of a sudden.