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If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago. It is as though her lightness pulls her toward heaven, but the extra gravity around her keeps her earthbound.
—  Steve Martin, The Pleasure of My Company

Flowers growing in eggshells on my windowsill. Lemonade sunlight streaming in. A gray kitty I can name Alice. 

Saturdays I write grocery lists on newspaper margins. I drink tea with milk, honey, and two scoops of real sugar. Blueberry waffles are for Sundays. It’s never the frozen kind.


There’s a collection of glass figurines. The radio is always playing. I read books during bubble baths and call my mom on Mondays.


Christmas light cafes and Tuesday lunch dates. Almond croissants dreams under clouds shaped like umbrellas. 


Wednesdays are for falling in love. Thursday’s reserved for Grey’s Anatomy. Fridays take me on unexpected adventures.


It’s a love story and it isn’t.

—  A scribbler // Wednesdays Are For Falling In Love
Gloria Steinem Doesn’t Respect Young Feminists, Doesn’t Understand Modern Feminism

Gloria Steinem, famous for her feminist activism and writings from the 1960s-70s, was interviewed on ‘Real Time with Bill Maher’ Friday night to promote her new book, “My Life on the Road.” She was asked why young women are so much more likely to support Bernie Sanders than Hillary Clinton, and her answer has gotten a lot of attention.

“When you’re young, you’re thinking ‘Where are the boys?’ The boys are with Bernie.”

When he pushed her on this, saying, “Now if I said that, ‘They’re for Bernie cause that’s where the boys are,’ you’d swat me,” she laughed, responding, “No, I wouldn’t. How well do you know me?” Even given the chance to walk back or clarify her words, she stuck by them.

I am so disappointed. I thought Gloria Steinem was better than this. Young women are only interested in Bernie because they want to meet boys? That’s what’s important to them in this election? None of this makes sense. How would Gloria Steinem have reacted if someone had told her in 1970 that women were only involved in political activism to meet men?

She was also asked if she agreed with DNC Chairwoman Debbie Wasserman-Schultz who said that young women are complacent about feminist politics. She acknowledged that there is a lot of activism among young women, but claimed that “women get more radical as we get older.” She explained her reasoning: “Men tend to get more conservative because they gain power as they age and women get more radical because they lose power.”

I’m confused. Young women have more power than older women, yet they’re only interested in politics to meet boys? And what power is this supposed to be, exactly? Sexuality? Is she saying that a woman’s power lies in her sexual appeal to men? And if young women supposedly have so much power, why are we constantly seen as ridiculous, frivolous, apathetic? Why is it so hard for us to be taken seriously? Why is it so hard for Gloria Steinem to take us seriously?

When did Gloria Steinem stop believing in the revolutionary power of young women? Because to do what she’s done with her life, she would have had to believe in it at some point. She would have had to believe it about herself in the 1960s. So why can’t she see it in young women today?

She seems to believe that young women today are just as pointless as the misogynists of the 1960s and 1970s thought she and others in feminist movement were 50 years ago. What happened? When did Gloria Steinem start telling young feminists to get off her lawn? What’s with all this “back in my day” crap? If Gloria Steinem thinks she’s such a better feminist than young women today, women who are revolutionizing feminism so that it actively applies to the needs ALL women and improves the lives of people of ALL genders, then SHE is the one who is complacent when it comes to feminist movement.

This was demonstrated a few minutes later into the interview with Bill Maher in her response to his jab against Caitlyn Jenner being named Woman of the Year by Glamor magazine.

“The highest earning female in the corporate world, too, was a male previously.”

Trans women were not previously men! Trans women are, were, and will continue be women! Real women! And after saying this she laughed. It was disgusting and transphobic and it proved to me that Gloria Steinem should no longer be thought of as a feminist icon. She has lost that right.

Young women are the heart and soul of feminist movement today. They are also the largest supporters of Bernie Sanders’ campaign for President. If you think it’s foolish of young women to not more broadly support Hillary Clinton, you don’t understand modern day feminism. I respect what it means to have a woman candidate for President, and as a feminist I love that women in politics are being taken more seriously, but simply being a woman isn’t enough of a reason on its own to support any candidate. Having women on the ballot isn’t good enough anymore for feminism today. We need candidates who understand the intersectional necessity and support the revolutionary goals of feminism. Young women do not support Bernie because of cute boys. They support Bernie because they recognize that his goals align with their own.

So go ahead, Gloria Steinem. Keep talking about young women as if we’re mindless, heteronormative children, easily distracted by any man with a nice smile and a #FeelTheBern t-shirt. We will enjoy proving you wrong. And don’t worry; we don’t expect a thank you.

It’s when you walk right beside me, you lay your eyes on me and tell me how pretty I am that I try to remember that it doesn’t mean we are suddenly an “us”. It’s when you smile at me and notice how red my cheeks are that I try to remember that you didn’t find me pretty enough. It’s when you sit next to me and make my day before it even starts that I try to forget that I’m desperately failing at not falling in love with you.
—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #13

I bet you don’t even remember anything about me. My favorite color, my birthday, personal things I told you. But me, I still remember it all. I remember how you like kisses a lot, you like affection, your birthday is 13 days after mine, you are a romantic.

I remember how your eyes sparkled that night. They were so pretty.

And oh my gosh. That first kiss we had. We both wanted it so bad. “Gosh, I really want to kiss you.” … “I was going to surprise you.”

I remember how you say your pinkies are different sizes. (They are. But you’re still the cutest boy I have ever seen.)

I remember how you could put your arms around my waist and how I could put mine around yours.

I remember the day you chased geese and I couldn’t stop laughing. You were acting so silly.

I remember the day you came over and you was so sweet. You walked over to see me. We were both so excited. You stopped at the store but before you did, you asked so politely if I wanted anything. It was so cute.

That first time you called me beautiful. I remember it. I had tears in my eyes. I was so happy.

I remember everything. How can I forget? I honestly think I love you. And if there’s ever a day you get to read this. I just want you to know I never once stopped thinking about you. I constantly thought about you and how amazing you are. I thought about our memories. And when we talked I was so happy.

—  I wonder if you seen this, what you would think.

I think it would be nice to fall in love with someone and have them love you back the same way and for you to be together and help reach and support eachothers dreams and goals and communicate with each other and be there for eachother and be supportive and understanding and basically just live happily ever after. Yeah I really think that would be nice.

But that’s the thing about love. I spent those three years realising that everything Hollywood had taught me was wrong. I thought I loved him after a few months and I thought I loved him after a year and I was right on both accounts. Love grows. There isn’t a presence or an absence of it, it just is.
—  (Love is as beautiful as it is terrifying. I miss it).
A broken pride is better than a broken life.
— 

Never let your ego ruin relationships, moments, and opportunities that make, can make, and would make you happy. 


Inside Minded. 

A lesson I wish I learned before I lost her sooner. 

He kept running.

Running from everything he hated about himself. Running from all his mistakes. Running from his own mind. But when she planted her lips across his, the love she had for him traveling the millions of particles between them, the thought about finally facing who he was crossed his mind.

If she loved who he was, maybe he could too.

—  @ixnpitt