Sorry if you hear cowboy noises coming from my room I’m practicing being a cowboy

Sorry I wasn’t paying attention I was pressing on my eyes for a color show extravaganza

i met a girl on tinder and, purely coincidentally, our grandmas share the same name and our mums share the same birthday. the umbilical chord is attached to the placenta and the arteries and veins make it look like a tree. i think of the quince tree my mum planted after my brother’s birth and the jam she made from it every summer and how we let it melt on buttery toast in the mornings. the other day i stopped for a second because it suddenly smelled like winter outside and i felt comforted by the familiarity. my siblings’ laughs all sound the same. poets and scientists both wonder why and how the world works and in this, they share the same longing for understanding. science is art is science is art. “stay healthy,” i type into my emails, “keep safe” the chancellor of my university tells his staff. “i am so awfully glad to be alone”, my great-aunt wrote in her diary in the 1940s. i read the words in the comfort of my room, content by myself. there are patterns in the universe, and threads that intertwine and that tangle and knot and then smooth out again. i’m glad to be here for it, i think as i stretch out my hands in my childhood room and my fingers bump into old glue-to-the-ceiling stars. so very fucking glad.

Rejecting the “I’m not like other girls trope” isn’t the high feminist praxis you think it is. 

This is directed towards adults who do this and not younger women or girls who are coming to terms with the idea that everyone has an ambivalent relationship with what is expected of the category of sex. What I mean is that there comes a time where some girls may feel different and alienated from the performance of what is acceptable and they may find solace (or meaning?) in this difference that feels fundamental and then is turned into something valuable. I don’t think acting like these girls are fundamental misogynists and anti-girl-power, as opposed to the adults that profit off writing and representing the trope, is the high feminist praxis that pop culture buzzfeed feminists think it is. 

I have been thinking about this a lot (a LOT) recently, and I’d like to add that many kids who went through a ‘not like other girls’ phase were likely to have been neurodivergent, not straight, or not girls in the end at all. It’s also important to note that malice against ‘other girls’ often stems from the fact that… ‘Other girls’ aren’t always very nice. I was socially excluded, patronised, and sneered at throughout my adolescent years (and starting as early as 8) for having strong interests in (nerdy) things, not dressing ‘girly’ or wearing makeup, and still wanting to play games and be a kid. Of course I thought I was ‘different’! But I didn’t hate these girls and I didn’t think I was better than them - more often than not, I wanted them to like and accept me. I think this experience is far more common than any discussion of this subject will have you think. Widespread ‘rejection’ of this trope smacks of a refusal to critically evaluate how restrictive and oppressive the standards of femininity are and how women are often complicit in ostracising those who do not comply with them. I do think that the way a lot of media presents girls who think they’re ‘different’ is often misogynistic and doesn’t reflect the reality of this phemomenon, but I haven’t fully formulated my thoughts on this.

Bit deep for a Sunday morning but I’m feeling it

When my frontal lobe fully develops at age 27 then it’s over for everyone

@normal-horoscopes

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