"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
This is over two years old, but I just found it in a hard copy of New York Magazine’s 2008 edition of “Reasons to Love New York.” These pictures are so great and the title is perfect and so New York. I don’t think the short write-up really describes why it’s so kickass to be a pregnant woman in New York, but the pictures just say it all for me:
I’ve been in food/blog-love with smittenkitchen.com author Deb Perelman for years. She takes beautiful pictures of the food she makes. She also sneaks in shots of her adorable toddler, Jacob. She writes simply and honestly about her food. She’s awesome.
This 9/11 red wine cake post is Deb’s genuine and touching story of her 9/11 feelings, her career path, and how she made her family. Oh, around and between the story she weaves a recipe for dessert with the words “wine” and “chocolate” and “cake” in it’s title. It’s fine.
