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It was the one where she was young enough and white enough and pretty enough and rich enough that people paid attention.
The need to keep busy is both a symptom of high-functioning anxiety and the key to my success.
This doesn’t make me special, and I knew that then, too. I’m only saying it by way of explanation: I cared about details. Not because they were something I could control, but because they were something I could own. And there was so little that was mine.
The kids were to bring one hundred of something, and to dress like old people. Lest any twenty-first-century mother find a moment not devoted to proving maternal devotion through crafts.
God forbid a kid have a fun school theme?
I understand that feminism is complex but I won't ever care equally about the violence that women face while seeing not enough justice and school theme days that are a little annoying
What bothers me now is those boys internalizing girls as audience, there only to act as mirrors, to make their accomplishments realer.)
For a teenager, being seen a certain way is as good as being that way—and soon your vision became part of my self-image.
Just because you can’t picture someone doing something doesn’t mean they aren’t capable of it.
“Okay, so, Ms. Kane? I think at this point in my final version I’ll do something with, like, current students? Like, asking them to read the last text on their phone?” I couldn’t imagine what this had to do with the 1930s—but give me a kid with too many ideas any day.
You don’t have to have been friends with someone to be old friends with them later.