“But I’m starting to feel lucky that I’m comfortable being by myself. There are advantages to feeling like you don’t need to be around people, but instead choose to be around them. I don’t struggle with solitude. A weekend without plans doesn’t bore me or make me panic that I’m not popular enough. I’ll go to MoMa or walk around the city or write this Rookie essay. Spending so much time alone has actually helped me define who I am. It led me to start a blog. It allowed me to read many amazing books. It helped me decide what I want, free from the expectations or ideas of other people. It’s impossible not to compare myself with other people sometimes, and to want to be more like them. I can admit that, just like I can admit that I’m happiest when I’m alone. ♦”—Rookie » Better Off Alone
“As George Orwell wrote in “1984,” “For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable—what then?”—The Area 51 truthers were right - Salon.com
“These women weren’t remembered, it seemed, because they hadn’t been seen in the first place. And they hadn’t been seen partly because there was no cultural narrative for them beyond rape and death. As such, women on the road were already raped, already dead. Whereas a man on the road might be seen as potentially dangerous, potentially adventurous, or potentially hapless, in all cases the discourse is one of potential. When a man steps onto the road, his journey begins. When a woman steps onto that same road, hers ends.”—Traveling Solo: A Manifesto for the Modern Woman - The Cut
I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I’m on like 2 hours of sleep and I’m writing a review of Beautiful Creatures and I can’t stop laughing. I just wrote a piece on Kate Hudson’s fall from Hollywood grace and I might’ve compared her to the Republican party in a sentence. I think I need some sleep, or some caffeine, but I’ve already had enough of that and I’m afraid that if I drink another cup of Joe or open another can of soda (DIET!) my heart will stop. Alright, breaks over… back to writing. Wait… I just realized I took a break from writing to write this. Ah hell!