I play music, I read books, I drink coffee, I procrastinate on the internet. But only on quality sites like the Hairpin.
This Taurus has indeed been ruled by backward-moving forces for.....entirely too long, and very much needs Venus to come home. Thanks for seeing me, Galactic Rabbit (and thanks for being called Galactic Rabbit because seriously that's flawless.)
@stroopwafel Yeah. As a 24 year old I really don't hear often enough that my depression, existential anxiety and crippling loneliness are somehow not real because I'm in my 20s and this is supposed to be the best decade of my life. If this is what I'm going to look back on as "toy misery", then fetch me an asp.
This piece resonates weirdly with me today because I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about how people (particularly female people, but hardly excluding those of other persuasions) tend to act in my field. I'm in the arts and it's practically de rigeur for all of us to talk at every possible opportunity about how bad we are at it and how unsatisfied we were with our last show and everything. I know a lot of people who are very, very good at what they do, but I'm not sure I've really ever heard anyone describe their own work as anything better than "slightly less bad than usual." Are we trying to avoid accusations of arrogance, or maybe subconsciously pre-empting judgement (from a raging-capitalist society that thinks of us as parasites) by denigrating ourselves first?
And here's someone's "radical honesty" resulting in a lot of "I'm nothing special or interesting, nothing to see here, don't worry I don't think I'm special." (Kind of reminded me a tiny little bit of the infamous "I'm too dumb to read the Economist" piece from the other week.) Is that really radical? Or honest? "Radical honesty" coming from me, for example, could either end up as "I often take ridiculously long in the bathroom because my mind wanders off as I sit crapping and I lose track of time" or as "Sometimes I'm so completely overwhelmed with love for life that I wish the entire world would turn into an overripe peach that I could devour, syrupy juice covering my body." Both are completely true, both are rather embarrassing to write. The second one, though, is the "crazy" one, the eyerolling "look who thinks she's a poet har har" one, the one that's very gauche and tacky to put one's name too because REALLY now. Talking oneself down and making oneself appear sort of bland and world-weary regardless of the actual contents of one's mind or soul is the socially mandated variant, it sometimes seems to me....and isn't radicalism usually the uncomfortable path?
Interestingly, I almost just apologized for writing such a long and/or personal comment. "Lol, sorry for the novel, just rambling on here, ignore me and my silly attempts at "Deep Thinking" har har har no seriously I'm just a normal dummy, don't worry."
Radical honesty is certainly a concept worth thinking upon.
More things for me to be ashamed of...
Customer service or sales. I am much too cranky and blunt, and have much too low a tolerance for other people's bullshit. By halfway through my first day I'd probably have made someone (or more likely myself) cry.
Some of the best writing I've seen on here in a while.
Well, that piece wins the Internet.
@Emma - ...mine, personally? Have we met IRL and I've somehow blanked on it? Or is it four in the morning and my brain is misbehaving?
@anabel.smith me too. My hair naturally just slumps boringly down into a middle part, and now I think I'm even uglier and less fashionable than I already did. Thanks, new Hairpin! :(
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose Oh I could not possibly agree more! I love blaming my random life fuckups on Mercury, I am just a cranky pants today (more than usual? heaven help us)