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But Arch followed the rules for driving a car on thin ice–keep the doors open, go like hell, and be ready to jump–and they got home all right

OMG I LOVE ROSS GAY

You cannot go on forever stealing what you need without regard to those who come after.

I’m finding the obtuseness frustrating but I still stayed up late reading so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Enjoying so far, though last night I dreamed someone was trying to kill me with a very specific knife, so there's that.

She focuses on the French verb voler, which means "to fly" or "to steal," the two paths traditionally available to women when we speak. We either flee and disappear or steal, adopt, and adapt to the dominant language of men, often at our own expense.

...I have experienced each encounter in my life twice: once in the world, and once again on the page.

OH SNAP

Why is one called helplessly to one's vocation, when surely it is an active thing? I find my calling, take it, seize that delight, that path before me, make it mine. I call it like a summoned magic, it does not call me.

(and as long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking)

"(and as long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking)"

"...[S]he drove home in the vilest temper imaginable. Was it impossible then to go for a walk without being half suffocated, presented with a toad set in emeralds, and asked in marriage by an Archduke?"

Lol but also, this is a real problem for women, I am not even joking.

This is exactly the ballet book I have been looking for!! Alternating between reading in gulps and tiny sips, otherwise I get too riled up.

I must move to Maine immediately.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it's ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.

Reading this has caused me to pour a glass of wine, change the record from Sibelius to Ravel, and send my husband out for a baguette (he doesn't know it yet though - he still thinks he's having a nice relaxing day off).

Against my better judgment, I did not steal this book from the vacation house, and NOW I HAVE NO BOOK.

Ouch. Perhaps not the most holidayish of sentiments, but I really don't see how we're going to be alright.

[F]ree speech is not a neutral good equally available to all. 'The places where the law does not go to redress harm have tended to be the places where women, children, people of color, and poor people live...Tolerance of hate speech is not tolerance borne by the community at large. Rather, it is a psychic tax imposed on those least able to pay.'

Reactionaries do not even need to sustain the belief or the anger of the fearful; they need only the silence and the complicity of the masses.

Behind every good idea lies horrible, exhausting work.

People don't leave a composer alone, they keep trying to find whom he resembles, and it's all wrong. Chopin is diamonds, ornamentation, parure. Tchaikovsky and Schumann are substance.

It looks like a Russian lady who's become a queen. And she's been all dressed up, in silks, furs, and diamonds. Moscow is a beautiful, well-born woman.

Ack, I'm scared.

Danilova is serving it up like a boss. Appraisals of the bodies of male dancers, fashion advice from Chanel (did you know that la garconne was an actual term? I did not).

Apollo doesn't just demand good dancers; it demands goddesses.