No matter what your beliefs are, anything that makes someone with cancer feel worse or responsible for their sickness is out. Cancer is a rapacious monster. I am in support of anything that makes an individual patient feel better.
I have had a good deal of experience with women in power, mainly white women. And it has often been disappointing. Judges, CEOs, lawyers, bankers. I see among them an identification with the aggressor that creates exactly these kinds of situations. I hope we can move past that. Become better humans. I know how hard it is to work in a traditionally male-dominated field, but mimicking what we stereotypically think of as bad-boss behavior serves no one. As this article shows, that includes the girlboss herself.
My son and I feel like we have a neighborhood full of friends - our doormen, the super next door, the women at the grocery check-out, the polyglot who works selling coffee in the bodega, the owner of the laundromat who offered to let my son do his homework there when I had to go back to the office during Covid. I feel like there are many eyes on him, helping to keep him safe. And he feels that care and protection as we make our rounds on the block.
An interesting perspective. I think it's very close to the spirit which philosophy - if any - works for each one of us. Amorality works for this writer and sharing his views is satisfying to him. But I wouldn't begrudge someone else their morality, religion, or agnosticism. What resonates for us, works for us, I think, is for each one of us to decide.
To me this is quintessential Readup material. I have been thinking about where I’ll fit in in this future world that is here now. I hadn’t realized everyone else might be too. Readup takes me out of my own head. Pulls the lens back.
Lovely. Reminds me of the film My Octopus Teacher. My son and I love to sit on a big flat rock in the Ramble in Central Park and talk to birds. If you are in NYC and love birds, get lost in the Ramble sometime.
I like Olivia’s music a lot - what I got from this piece is an empathic view of girls today by an excellent writer. Sour rocks, but there’s pain behind the music, tender love, sharp wit; all the notebook doodles that show so much more going on in the minds and hearts of girls than the heart shapes floating over their lowercase i’s.
Great article. Fear is such a powerful force. I don’t have particular fear about the virus but I worry about my distracted kid crossing Third Avenue, about a bus smashing into outdoor dining. There are places I see extreme danger where other people don’t. So if vaxxed people still want to wear a face shield I feel them. And people who are hesitant about vaccines hopefully feel more secure now that so many folks have had it. But I agree with this article that their neuroses in this instance can harm others, especially children who desperately need a return to life. My son’s progressive school just went back full time this week. It was costly to families trying to work and to kids who became anxious and even agoraphobic.
I am a serial volunteer. My best advice for not spending time on things you don't like is to watch out or what you volunteer for. Be choosy. You'll really enjoy the satisfaction of lending a hand when the unpaid work brings you joy.
I think for many people once they try these modalities and they work for them, they move past any “stages” and into acceptance. These practices spread because they work for people. I remember trying to convince my doctor that acupuncture helped me stay pregnant. He would not entertain it. Then a rival clinic started a study on its benefits. Then he got interested. Skeptics have their place. I prefer living as a curious optimist.
I loved this. I had a job interview yesterday and it felt like it was going nowhere, so I took over and wrapped it up myself. It felt good. The interviewer was surprised, but smiling. We both saved some time.