Thanks for not abandoning me to be raised by spiders, Dad! (Even though I’m sure it was tempting during that teething stage when I bit everybody.)
"[…] I felt that it was not so different from all the other advice handed out to women, to girls, advice that assumed being female made you damageable, that a certain amount of carefulness and solemn fuss and self-protection were called for, whereas men were supposed to be able to go out and take on all kinds of experiences and shuck off what they didn’t want and come back proud. Without even thinking about it, I had decided to do the same."
—Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women
"Meanwhile, she couldn’t help but notice, the things she always said she would do […] weren’t getting done. They’d been crushed by freedom. Her freedom. The sheer quantity of time at her disposal and the weighty responsibility of her own untapped potential made doing any one thing impossible."
—Alina Simone, Note to Self
"It was all very well to insist that art was art and had no sex, but the fact was that the days of men were not in the same way fragmented, atomized by indefinite small tasks. There was such a thing as woman’s work and it consisted chiefly, Hilary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption and keep your temper. Each single day she fought a war to get to her desk before her little bundle of energy had dissipated, to push aside or cut through an intricate web of slight threads pulling her in a thousand directions – that unanswered letter, that telephone call […]"
—May Sarton, Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing
"Stellar Alchemist" - The Impossible Girl
'Tis a truth universally acknowledged that Kim Boekbinder is awesome and space is overwhelmingly cool. Okay, so perhaps these matters aren't as universally acknowledged as they ought to be, but it seems a worthwhile pursuit to make them so.
Basically, if you haven’t already listening to the electronic fun that is The Sky Is Calling, then you should, because it’s nerdy pop with glitter (seriously, there was star-shaped glitter in my Kickstarter CD), and who wouldn’t want an earworm of that?
"The Cold Song" (Henry Purcell Cover) - Nanette Scriba
A classic brought to my attention by Rasputina. This song always was eerily cold, both in lyrical content and delivery - perhaps more apparent after first hearing the wonderful deathbed-ish Klaus Nomi rendition - and Nanette really captures the chill. Also, I wish I could style my look after her all of the time, but noooo, real people jobs get in the way. At least there’s always the weekend.