Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What’s missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.
That’s why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows.
“Maya,” I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, “very nice to meet you.”
“A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.”—Friedrich Nietzsche (via musingsinfemininity)
So true. This is pretty parallel and somewhat relevant to Picture of Dorian Gray, which I’m currently reading. How Lord Henry plants ideas in Dorian’s head and tries to influence him. Just one single shared thought between the two lead to a complete change in Dorian Gray. It’s such a fascinating book about life.
Morrissey:Yes, it’s — I’ve had many, and many have passed away.
L.A. Weekly:That’s the worst part.
Morrissey:Horrendous, horrendous. It’s worse than a human passing away.
L.A. Weekly:Is it?
Morrissey:Yes, it really is.
Morrissey:Because you feel the cat doesn’t fully understand. They’re looking to you, they’re relying on you to get them through this, and you can’t . . . I’ve been in certain situations where I’ve had to terminate the life for the benefit of the cat and the pain is too much to bear. It’s insufferable. Because even as they get the final needle, they’re purring and they’re loving you and . . .
L.A. Weekly:I know, it happened to me, my dog, too. It was awful, because they gave him the shot of ketamine, so he became paralyzed, but he was still conscious and he couldn’t . . . then I thought, oh God, now where’s his spirit, because he doesn’t understand what happened?
Morrissey:And he is just assuming that if he is sitting next to you, he’s going to be okay.
L.A. Weekly:Was your cat maimed?
Morrissey:No, but he was very, very old, and he was arthritic, and he couldn’t go to the toilet properly and I would have to take him to the toilet, I’d have to do everything, but he was very, very happy, and as long as he was with me, he was thrilled to death. So, I held him at the last moment when they inserted the needle and, uh . . . I cried for hours and hours and hours. This sound came out of me, this sound of despair when he went, and I’d never heard it before.
Morrissey:Because I thought I’d be — I thought I could completely handle his death and I’d be fine. I’d look after him, I’d make sure everything was okay, and I’d make sure that his transition was as easy and comfortable as possible. And I howled.
L.A. Weekly:I mean, I still have moments where I grieve again, out of the blue — does that happen to you?
Morrissey:Of course! Of course! You miss your pets. You miss Sir Doo-Dah or whatever his name is . . . You miss them and you feel for them, and my cat was an incredible character. He wasn’t merely a cat, he was beyond human. He had the most incredible personality, an enormous personality, and as tough as, as they say, old boots, and I still miss him, I really still miss him. Sorry, I’m boring you stiff . . .
Listen: I think that you, me, and whoever else wants to needs to have a party in or around your pool very soon. Preferably in, because your pool is awesome and has that light in it and stuff. Just think about it. Then stop thinking about it and say, "Yeah! Let's do it! That is such a good idea Jacob!" And we'll have fun and do everything you want to do.
Yeah! Let’s do it! That is such a good idea Jacob!
Haha, we really should. But I can’t this week or all of next week because my relatives will be here. But sometime after that, for sure. Miss you!
We're out of control today and I love it! I'm pretty sure I could follow you and about three other people and be entirely satiated with the tumblr world. :)
Hahaha, that’s so funny! I was just thinking the same exact thing a few minutes ago. I was thinking how badly I need to share a cigarette and a real life conversation with you. I need more people like you in this town!
keep finding myself missing last summer and longing for it. things are so different now, and i’m not sure if things have changed for the better. at the moment, i feel like they haven’t. but hopefully later on- when i finally pull myself out of this rut- i’ll think differently. i need to stop thinking about how things were better and how things now aren’t the best. i need to stop constantly having these insane expectations and aiming way too high while i’m steeped so low. i just need to live in the present, because i find that my mind is always stuck in the past or future. things that have happened to me and are over with, and things that will happen to me if i act like this/do this/say this/don’t do this. it’s really taking a toll, and has been for a long time now.