"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
Me and Pk. Sitting on the floor of JFK airport, watching Sex and the City on my laptop with shared headphones, because Pk had a 6 hour layover and she lives in Jerusalem and when your bestie lives in Jerusalem you soak up every hour. I had to beat the bartender at rock, paper, scissors to get the wine in plastic cups to take away from the bar.
Obviously Zooey Deschanel is fabulous (though, see page 3 about women who disagree). This article is double fabulous because it’s so well-written (see, i.e., “Deschanel has a laugh like a rapid reverse hiccup.”) and so full of Zooey. Jada Yuan has also forced me to consider getting cable to watch “New Girl.”
“She, more than most of her indie-actress peers, seems to live it, too—less sardonically than sweetly—and the perception of her as a sort of standard-bearer for all things sincere and nostalgic (or mannered and twee, depending on your point of view) has made her a figure of both adoration and exasperation. She has a band, of course, a folk-rock duo with M. Ward. As half of She & Him, she sings Shirelles harmonies, plays piano and ukulele, and writes most of the songs—well enough that, as Pitchfork.com wrote in a stunned, positive review, she’s somehow avoided ‘a Hollywood archetype: the actor-turned-singer-turned-punchline.’ Online, she declares her love of board games, baking, and karaoke to the almost 600,000 followers of her super-sunny Twitter feed, @therealzooeyd, and this summer she started a humor and lifestyle website called HelloGiggles for ‘smart, independent, and creative females.’ Section headings include Cuteness and He Haw.”