Everyday sexism — it’s pretty much like you’re carrying a great big basket on your head, and people start dropping feathers into it, and at first it’s just sort of annoying, but it’s a really big basket and it fills up quickly, and you find yourself saying “Hey, there’s like 100 pounds of feathers here, and it’s hard to function with this on my head. Can you cut it out?”
And everyone says, “Are you really complaining about feathers? 100 pounds of feathers can’t be very heavy. It’s not like you’re carrying around 100 pounds of bricks.”
And you say to them, “You know that’s not how pounds work, right?” and they just stare back blankly.
I just woke up with a vision of how to fix a manuscript I’ve been struggling with and I credit tumblr coverage of Lupita Nyong’o. Don’t you love it when something just clicks?
I know how Joss Whedon operates. He builds slow and that gets him cancelled plenty, but when he gets good he’s really good. And it looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. is finally getting good.
Everyone in my house is gathered around my computer, looking at my Tumblr. We saw a quote that was just “the floor is lava,” — everyone, Pompeii, 79 A.D. So now, by the transitive property of tumblr posts, the floor of our house is lava. We’re gathered on the couch, but we can make a bridge to the kitchen with a few pillows. Wish us luck.
First attempt at watercolors in 8 years. Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese, to be hung in a hospital room.
One of these days I’m gonna wake up with superpowers.
Just you wait.