“As we have so recently and publicly discussed, girls and women have “anger issues” in that they are socialized to not demonstrate anger, but instead to sublimate it where it can sometimes then manifest itself as anxiety or depression. Girls are not born less angry and more anxious, they’re rewarded for being less angry and more anxious. So, it should come as no surprise to anyone that large groups of stressed out girls and women collectively facing the dissolution of a cohesive social structure might be more disposed to fall prey to mass psychosis. It is arguable that men and boys experience similarly jarring episodes of anger and anxiety-channelling mass psychosis, but we call it male aggression and fund military industrial complexes to deal with it.”—Soraya L. Chemaly, Stop Telling Girls They’re Hysterical (via grrrlstudies)
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels, it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases, it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, lovesickness. At the lowest level, it grades into ennui, boredom.”—Vladimir Nabokov (via jennamarin)
I am barely coherent dealing with the dull head-ache of a hangover and the delayed reaction of someone with a budding cold when he asks again, if I am sure I don’t want some tapenade. I say no for the third time. Of all things, I doubt anyone was ever indecisive about tapenade. He gave a dramatic huff and rang up my crackers. "Some day, hm?" I agree in the form of a wheeze, only assuming he also, hated his job and perhaps, could only breathe through one nostril. I hate Grand Central Terminal.
Woke up in mid-yell. I was walking down the street while carrying a ton of stuff. I ended up dropping some of it on the ground, in-front of some people. A woman got really upset and started getting really upset that I was blocking pedestrian traffic I suppose(?) and started knocking more things out of my hands and saying horrible things to me.
I yelled at her and woke up. It wasn’t really a terrorizing nightmare but it made me very anxious and upset.
I am not the most award-winning or famous creative around. Still, I have my strengths and a few big names in the industry have praised my work. However, during a long job search, I experienced just how irresponsible and back-stabbing the ad industry can be. It didn’t seem to matter who I talked…
I drew one uptown, I drew one downtown. I drew one in midtown (at the office), and there’s one here in Brooklyn. I’ve been definitely preoccupied with sloths lately.
I love looking at the babies; all fuzz and piggy noses and content faces. Sloths always look happy, and why shouldn’t they? They get to eat flowers and be super slow and poop once a week. Also they bear a striking resemblance to Alan Alda. Both are pretty cool.
Maybe it’s some deformed maternal instinct of mine, or maybe it’s just a distraction from my despondence at work, but I think about running off to a sloth sanctuary in Costa Rica for a while. I doubt I could really contend with the weather though. I assume it’s pretty hot and humid. Not a fan.
But being in the jungle, alone with the sloths! They seem to be accepting there. If you watch them, sloths are huggers. They love hugging anything. They don’t care who you are, and even though they are needy - I think they would understand if I got anxious and wanted to leave.
Today when I got home, an email was waiting; telling me a campaign of mine is being considered for the Graphis New Talent Annual. I had to fill out an accompanying form and send it back by March 5th. So I sent it and received this:
“I will be out of the office on vacation from Monday, March 5 to Thursday, March 8 with only very sporadic access to email. Please contact…”
So apparently the only window of opportunity was between 5:30 and 7 o’clock? How are they even going to receive my (or anyone else’s?) form? Am I being to neurotic about this?