proteanmix
Plumage and Moult
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I've seen this movie a handful of times. It's on right now. I have never understood this movie or why it's so seminal and insightful into the teenage psyche.
A situation like that would not have even flown in my high school. Samantha would've been eaten alive and regurgitated into the mouths of baby birds for sustenance. I wonder if this is a racial/cultural thing.
I have noticed that some women fight against the notion of being "soft." I wish I'd have even had the option. You had to be hard as nails to survive. Any weakness would have been exploited to the max and mocked. And I was pretty soft compared to a lot of girls in my high school. Hmmm, I guess it's all relative. Even now when I deal with other black women they tell me I need to toughen up.
I don't know, I look at the faces of some women when I'm riding the subway and they look so wizened. You can see how life has weathered their faces. I don't want to be too hard or too soft. I certainly don't want my face to be eroded by life as a representation to what's going on inside me. I don't want people to look me and say wow, life got you. Then on the other hand I don't want to be looked at as one of those people you know you can't say anything to because it will upset them. I want to be able to deal with reality, maneuver through it, and not be beat down by it.
Thanks Sixteen Candles for some momentary reflection!
A situation like that would not have even flown in my high school. Samantha would've been eaten alive and regurgitated into the mouths of baby birds for sustenance. I wonder if this is a racial/cultural thing.
I have noticed that some women fight against the notion of being "soft." I wish I'd have even had the option. You had to be hard as nails to survive. Any weakness would have been exploited to the max and mocked. And I was pretty soft compared to a lot of girls in my high school. Hmmm, I guess it's all relative. Even now when I deal with other black women they tell me I need to toughen up.
I don't know, I look at the faces of some women when I'm riding the subway and they look so wizened. You can see how life has weathered their faces. I don't want to be too hard or too soft. I certainly don't want my face to be eroded by life as a representation to what's going on inside me. I don't want people to look me and say wow, life got you. Then on the other hand I don't want to be looked at as one of those people you know you can't say anything to because it will upset them. I want to be able to deal with reality, maneuver through it, and not be beat down by it.
Thanks Sixteen Candles for some momentary reflection!