I’m not one much for video games. The only one I’ve ever really liked is Bubble Shooter. You know, this one.
It’s actually the only game I have on my phone and I love it.
I’ve actually been stuck on one level for a few months now. And I stopped playing it a while ago out of frustration.
And then today, on the train home from an exhausting week, I beat the level. Just like that.
And what’s more, this song was playing on my iPod at the time.
And I realized; it’s been a long, hard winter, but spring is coming and it will get better soon.
A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst to bloom
In the boom
Sometimes I find things that give me hope. They aren’t particularly connected to the normal FemaleGazing material but they make me feel things, and in a way that is the entire point of FemaleGazing.
Usually I just hold on to them and try to share them with my friends but I’m going to share this one with you. Just because.
Einstein and his therapist. “Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” -Hemingway
And, completely unrelated, here is another story, a favorite for a friend and me. The second story is such a keeper. Are you a baker too?
In the wake of the election I keep hearing and saying the following: “It’s not that I’m excited Obama won, it’s that I’m relieved.”
In 2008 Barack Obama ran on the promise of Hope and Change. And while he got the ball rolling on health insurance he hasn’t been able to keep all his promises.
In Anne Helen Petersen’s hilarious recounting of Reagan’s acting career she says this about the President.
Obama rode the energy of his star machine into office, but failed to manifest the central tenant of that image — hope — on a daily basis. He concerned himself with governing: with the long-term, thoroughly unsexy reforms that would engender hope as opposed to simply paying lip service to it. It’s been a disappointment to a lot of people — many of whom got off the Bush Star Train to hop on Obama’s. Obama may always be a mediocre star, but he might yet be a great president.
When Obama won in 2008 I was excited, but excitement wears off. This time around I’m not excited. This time around all I can think of is “Good, maybe I won’t have to live in the most embarrassing country on earth. Good, maybe I won’t be ashamed. Good, there might still be hope.”
I don’t think this is how he expected to come through on that promise but when you tally up his promises fulfilled and promises broken today we can check that one off.
Today was hard. I found out that some things I was excited about (jobs, apartments) fell through. And so I called my best friend.
Because sometimes it feels like the worst thing about life is the fact that it goes on.And you know that the biggest blockade in your path is yourself.
But then maybe it’s a good thing I feel this lost.
And yet today I couldn’t help but feel like the personification of this.
Thank goodness for best friends.
“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.”
– Muhammad Ali
Hello world! Yesterday I took a day off from posting because I did two the day before and I must admit to feeling a little guilty.
Last night I was catching up on my favorite weekly advice columns and came across something really great in Dan Savage’s Column that I wanted to share with you.
So basically A trans-lady wrote in. She was asked out by a guy at a sandwich shop and didn’t know whether or not to trust the guy doing the asking. Was Mr. Sandwich a creep who wanted to take out some trans-hate on our dear reader or did he have honorable romantic intentions? Our new trans friend here was lacking a little confidence. And, as usual, Dan said something universally insightful.
My inbox sags under the weight of e-mails from straight/straight-identified guys who are desperate to meet transwomen/trans- somethings, and not all of them prefer passables. So it’s possible that this guy saw trans- something, unpassable you and decided to go for it because you’re everything he’s ever wanted.
Followed shortly by
if he begins to treat you like you’re stuck with him because no one else will ever want you (not true—remember my inbox!), dump the motherfucker. It’s better to be alone than to be with an asshole who preys on your insecurities to keep you coming back for more abuse.
Next time you’re feeling down just remember that someone out there is writing to an advice columnist, moaning on about how they can’t find that wonderful person that is you.
And I’m so excited to stick around and hear about them.