8:01 // My stack of flashcards for.psychology has steadily grown over the last few hours. Thank god I only have one more chapter to finish. Maybe I’ll start on some math and chem tonight too. Wish me luck on my psych final tomorrow!
i’m doing research about isabella d’este rn for one of my finals and honestly my favorite little anecdote that i’ve come across so far is the fact that she gave cesare borgia 100 face masks and cesare was like ‘sweet, as a thank-you i’ll hook ur brother in law up with a cardinalship’
12:27 // Getting started on a long day of studying. Psychology first, then chemistry, and maybe math if I’m up for it. Good thing I’ve got my owl mug, plenty of coffee, and my Stabilos! I refuse to let finals kick my ass this year. Lets do this!
Don’t know what it is about today but I’ve been seeing a lot of John Green hate pop up on my dash. I’ve been noticing more and more lately how much the popular “unpopular” opinion regarding him within booklr is not only to hate him, but to also hate on people who like his books.
I am a big John Green fan. I have been since I read Looking for Alaska. I singlehandedly attribute The Fault in Our Stars to getting me through one of the darkest times of my life in high school, and I’ve lost count on the number of times I’ve read it since.
And when I posted this on my other blog today after rereading TFiOS again, I got a disproportionately large amount of negative feedback about how I was nothing but a misguided, stupid teenage girl following trends, and that I should read something with “worth.”
I shit you not.
I understand disliking John Green’s writing. I disagree with you, but I respect your opinion. But with that comes the inherent understanding that you also respect mine. When I read a John Green novel, to me, I am reading something of worth, as much so as if I was reading Shakespeare, or Bronte, or Kafka for one of my English classes (I’m an English major. I read books of “worth” all the fucking time, for class and just for shits and giggles).
And then, while scrolling through my dash, I saw a few booklr posts bashing people who likes John Green, and I kind of just got super fed up with it.
I deeply admire John Green’s writing, especially his ability to craft stories and characters that make us feel something. I also deeply admire him as a person for his internet and philanthropic presence.
And before you start shouting at me about how “problematic” he is, I would like to acknowledge that I understand he is not perfect and that he has done and said things that were wrong or incorrect. This post is not to idolize him. More than anything this is a post to share my frustrations with what I have been seeing and experienced as of late.
Most of all, I don’t want to be shamed for liking John Green. And I don’t want to watch others be shamed for liking John Green either. That isn’t what booklr is about and I’m tired of seeing it.
11:33 // just now finishing up psychology studying before my final in 2 hours and I noticed the lovely note my suitemate Sam left for me on my calendar last night. I’m not usually a fan of those kind of quotes, but it has motivated me today, so I guess it worked! Wish me luck!
so today i went down to williamsburg to see an exhibit of leonardo sketches and they had 3 sketches of cesare borgia (possibly) and i freaked the fuck out
his eyes were just… ugh. the caption said that it was just ‘possibly’ cesare but his eyes had that same tired look as the dosso dossi portrait of lucrezia (the only portrait that we’re 100% sure is her) and idk this is probably the closest i’ve ever gotten to cesare and it was incredible