The greatest compliment that was ever paid me was when one asked me what I thought, and attended to my answer. I am surprised, as well as delighted, when this happens..
But there are also glimmers of hope that these guys’ legacies and reputations are no longer unassailable. While the Internet is by no means an equalizer, it’s diminished the gap between famous men’s power and that of their victims. Women have been able to anonymously speak their truth outside the confines of their closed professional networks to warn women they don’t know personally and chastise the people who enable their abusers. If everyone’s aware of a controversy, viewers/listeners/buyers/readers might feel obligated to take more of a deliberate stance in choosing what culture to consume.
I’m definitely pro-selfie. I think that anybody who’s anti-selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t Google, you know, ‘What does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human
I wish you were here
Autumn is the hardest season
The leaves are all falling
And they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
And the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
New leaves will come around in the spring
But you can’t tell trees those things
They’re like me they just stand there
And don’t listen I wish you were here
Andrea Gibson, “Photograph” (via oofpoetry