This episode made me think a lot about being "too much" (read: a woman) in a male-dominated environment. Peggy and Joan struggle for excellence and no matter what, men read them as pushing too hard, getting too emotional, asking too much. They are excessive, always too present, as if their femininity could spill out and make a mess at any moment. So Joan drinks between business calls and Peggy cries behind closed doors.
Basically, B E E N T H E R E.
I'm pretty sure we'll figure out a way to invent new races.
@Julie the T My mom doesn't make me talk about this kind of stuff but my Dad is El Jefe of pointless conversation. Golf! How big the strawberries (he didn't buy) at the store were! The weather! Republicans! Golf again! More golf!
Moving to New York (way back in the 90s!) absolutely KILLED my creative drive. At the end of the day after the subway, my tedious desk job, the gym the subway again … all I wanted to do was drink, eat or sleep. Plus, everyone is an artist and everyone seemed better than me and when I was young I let that intimidate me.
Leaving was the best thing I ever did. It took me two years to start writing again, but it's happening. It's so much easier to balance life, work, creativity in other places. SO much easier!
@Kalorama_Kat AHHH this. When me and my sister finished school, my parents divorced. My mom got a new degree, and is now pursuing DOING WHAT SHE LOVES. She lives paycheck-to-paycheck and is saving nothing towards her retirement and living in an apartment.
And she is always like, DO WHAT YOU LOVE. YOLO. Quit your dumb desk job and PURSUE YOUR DREAMS!
And all I can think of is the fact that, because neither of my parents have homes of their own or any retirement savings whatsoever, one day they are going to be old. One day, one of them will live with me and one of them will live with my sister and the boring desk jobs we have taken with 401ks and generous vacation policies will allow us to take care of their old, drooling YOLO asses.
REAL TALK: I went to a pre-college program with Jenna Thiam (Lena) in the summer of 2007. We sometimes sat next to each other in our class on 20th century plays. Since we hardly ever spoke, she most definitely does not remember me (though we are friends on Facebook--I was a bit shameless about my friending behavior as a 10th grader).
I, on the other hand, totally remember her. Let it be known that Jenna Thiam has always been this hot (or at least has been this hot since age ~16). She always wore these lacy bras that would peek out from under her dresses, and her hair was also amazingly red and untamed and made me realize for the first time how sexy and awesome curly hair can be. Our class was pretty interesting (it introduced me to Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, and August Wilson, so kudos to Ellen, our instructor), but to be honest I spent most of the class sneaking looks at Jenna, taking mental notes on her beauty/style choices and thinking to myself, "Goddamn it she is so fucking French."
Oh, Michelle. Maybe if you didn't spend all your time drinking, you might be able to land a boyfriend or make some friends.
@Mariajoseh I get those immediately before the start of my period. My cycle is irregular, so that is my absolute best tell. Cramps then, period'll be showing up in the next day or two. It's rather handy, though really badly timed.
I like some poetry, and I liked this piece because it seems pretty honest. I will say, though, that there's nothing wrong with a color modifier on something like moss, because whether you care or not, it does come in various shades of green.
"Although it’s rarely clear if you’re the hero, the villain, or the idiot when traveling, and maybe you’re always all three."
And also not just when traveling.