or: lemonade

When life gives you lemons, squint your eyes until they look like apples.
One Big Apple.


This is the only photograph of Paul and I in New York City.
This is going to change.

So it's official, my two loves are joining me on a trip to New York in a month. It will be nice to combine my two anchors here with the life that I miss. I have a few gems, a few blondes, a few artists lurking in the woods. I cannot wait to see their troublemaking grins and to hear their heart-stopping laughter. We will be knee-deep in nostalgia (err inebriation) at Bard College, then we are planning to haunt the city streets on Halloween and after Betty peaces back to the desert, Paul and I will soak in as much of Print Week that we can. Best week of the year yet.

I have spent small pockets of time in the city with these beautiful people and I cannot wait to continue sharing with them that state I love so dearly.
Paint me ecstatic.

hate those who told us we could only be beautiful

Women hate other women because it keeps us busy from confronting the real structures that ensure we remain passive, subservient consumers. This is not accidental. Yet it is, in my opinion, one of the greatest changes that needs to be made in order to create a new dynamic between genders. So please, stop hating each other. Stop calling each other fat. Stop calling each other sluts. Stop treating each other's bodies as public domain, open to scrutiny. Stop tearing each other apart over boys.
Start fighting for women. Start wincing when women's bodies are slashed apart on the silver screen instead of dismissing it as movie magic. Start complimenting the women around you, but try to go beyond words like "pretty"...how about a "creative" or "witty"? Start speaking up when those around you find other's private lives appropriate to speculate on. Start smiling at each other. Start being on each other's sides.

Please. Women already have it pretty hard. Let's do our part to make this journey easier for each other.

Vintage poster via SocImages.