Fashions by Henry Roth in Acrilan, 1956.
55 Years ago at least we knew what the goal was. As a young girl you had a pretty clear view of what to aim for in life. You wanted a good husband, nice children and a feminine air. Success and accomplishment consisted of being well put together, having hobbies e.g painting and being houseproud. I’m not saying this was how it was, but rather this was the ideal lifestyle.
Now you have no idea what to aim for. Do you want to be a high flying career woman? A domestic goddess and stay at home mum? A mixture of both (if you feel like running yourself into the ground). There’s no end point anymore where a woman can say, that’s it. That’s the ideal lifestyle. We haven’t found our niche in modern society yet.
I’m currently studying to become a pharmacist and the goal is apparently to one day run my own business and I have no idea if I could ever really accomplish that. If I did though, if I became something between a successful business owner and a academic. Would that be life goal no. 1 completed? Or at around thirty am I going to throw it all in the air for the school run? Or could I stay at work? Would I want to?
I think it’s because I’m wondering is it really worth the years of effort to progress your career if very few women ever really feel the need to take it to the top levels. Instead prefering to take on less responsibility to spend more time with their families
I’m not saying that this choice isn’t a really really good thing, I’m just wondering what’s our……textbook success story?
Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you?” No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via collections-and-recollections)
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Misbehavior. Let’s go.
the inhabitants of glass houses should not throw stones — My Dirty Little Book of Stolen Time by Liz Jensen.
Had a slightely surreel moment today. Those of you who live outside Ireland might be unaware of this but it’s the god’s honest truth (no pun intended) Catholics are the most inconsiderate drivers. Mass jams up the streets in every single town here, for 15 minutes every single service. After repenting their sins, and mumbling hushed mantra’s for the best part of 20 minutes the more relaxed families slip out the back door with their communion still disolving on their tongues to skip the inevitable road rage phenomina.
But today there was a special mass to honor the dead. “The Blessing of the Graves” or as it’s more commonly known “Graveyard Sunday.” But not where I live, no this was in the town my mother is from, which is infinetly more rural. In fact the town only has one main street which the church stands at the edge of, guarding the entrance. With thousands of the devout crowding around shiny granite slabs the street was in deadlock with traffic, and due to there being no garda (police) service within a 15 mile radius there was nothing to be done.
The general hub of noise as people exchanged pleasantries about local gossip and the weather was silenced almost instantly as the scream of an ambulance pierced the air. (Now if your not aware of what the irish health care system is like, let me put it bluntly - ambulances are for the dying and the dead) but it couldn’t move, even from my vantage point on top of the graveyard I could see nothing but illegally parked cars and traffic in either direction. What was most interesting was the faces around me. Everyone was thinking either about where they’d left their car, or who the ambulance could have been going to. Complete silence apart from the desperate wail of the siren, until finally minutes later it was forced to turn around and try to find a longer route to take to their destination.
The side effect of education should not be death by mediocracy — Holden in Kids in America (via spaziedoesntknow)
I haven’t posted in I don’t know how long and I’m still gaining followers. You guys are the best x
So I think today I’m going to write about ‘50 shades of grey’. Now, now before you start rolling your eyes and telling me off for even considering to talk to you about some trashy , piece of repetitive mummy porn. And give the whole idea a chance. Mummy-porn? Why the hell not just porn. For far far too long the whole unabashed, self-gratification side of sexuality has been predominately male-dominated. (Well not really but no-one was correcting the conception that it was). So now we have something that’s coming along and telling women that IT’S OKAY.
But why is it even necessary. Why do women, and especially younger girls feel the need for permission from society to be a little kinky? Seriously girls….you can do what you like.
So I’m not telling you to read the books, they’re marmite. You’ll love them or hate them. I’m telling you that if you read, watch or even just imagine something like them there is no need to feel ashamed or embarassed. Just think of the millions of teenage boys who are doing the exact same thing as you. And the only person who cares is some puffed up christian politian somewhere in the states
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