Get It, Girls



"The girl and the woman, in their new, individual unfolding, will only in passing be imitators of male behavior and misbehavior and repeaters of male professions. After the uncertainty of such transitions, it will become obvious that women were going through the abundance and variation of those (often ridiculous) disguises just so that they could purify their own essential nature and wash out the deforming influences of the other sex. Women, in whom life lingers and dwells more immediately, more fruitfully, and more confidently, must surely have become riper and more human in their depths than light, easygoing man, who is not pulled down beneath the surface of life by the weight of any bodily fruit and who, arrogant and hasty, undervalues what he thinks he loves. This humanity of woman, carried in her womb through all her suffering and humiliation, will come to light when she has stripped off the conventions of mere femaleness in the transformations of her outward status, and those men who do not yet feel it approaching will be astonished by it. Someday (and even now, especially in the countries of northern Europe, trustworthy signs are already speaking and shining), someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being." Rilke

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My Girl on the Friday Workday Slump

    Me: Pk, before you leave

    Me: I need a pump up. I am tired and have this cough

    Me: I just need to get to 5:00

    Me: Can you give me something?

    Pk: Oh yes I can

    Pk: Ok. The reason Fridays are so hard, is b/c you are so close to your destiny

    Pk: You have worked really hard to realize what it is that makes you tick and what it is that you need

    Pk: each friday is even CLOSER to that goal. it's like you could lean out and kiss it

    Pk: there is an exhaustion w/ that

    Pk: but the truth is, with each passing hour, you are teetering further on the edge of glory. and pretty soon it is gonna be this sublime free fall

    Pk: those are the words i have. but if you know waht's good for you - you'll queue up the flo song for your lunch break

    Me: you're the fucking best

    Pk: remember the edge of glory

    Pk: hang on to the precipice

    Pk: feel the way the wind feels from up there

    Pk: it's impt too

    Pk: i'm gonna light candles and think about you

    Pk: k?