23 June 2013

Not So Foolish

Olivia Lammel, MHC '14, puts into words in this essay what I never could re: that sick, dismal feeling of not being outstanding enough to satisfy the MHC credo of "Uncommon Women," especially upon graduation.  Wish I would've been this insightful at that age!  That said, I've come to terms with what the phrase means to me now and am so, so grateful for my Mt. Holyoke education because it empowers me on a daily and profound level to be a better, more aware human.  Unfortunately, it wasn't always easy to be zen about the whole thing as I was blatantly unequipped for that kind of pressure at the time!  There is an awful amount of [academic/social] pressure while you're there, but I think that that ultimate goal of "standing out" happens at different times in different way for different people, and being anxious/scared about it is natural but doesn't help the process (or your quality of life in the moment) at all.  Anyways.  The essay:
"I am a junior now. And when I look out at the real world on the horizon, it’s decorated with ominous clouds. 
You see, this is the first time on this trip through life that I haven’t had a map to follow. So far, I’ve just had to pass my classes. First grade led to second, and high school graduation led to college convocation. But where will college graduation lead? My dad often asks, “How’s that internship hunt going?” My friends innocently ask, “What are your summer plans?”These questions, inserted into conversations as friendly filler, are starting to give me a constant case of clammy hands and panicky gut. I dream of becoming a respected journalist, but I’m in serious need of directions. I have no idea what my next step is, but I have a hunch it’s supposed to be remarkable. 
The source of this feeling must be something in the water at Mount Holyoke, the result of a steady drizzle of pioneer propaganda. The mantra of greatness reverberates through my professors, peers, admission pamphlets, and even President Pasquerella. My writing professors believe that words can change the world. My adviser calls journalists “professors to the people,” making knowledge accessible to the masses. These truths are her religion, and I am a convert. Scanning the state of today’s media, how could I not go into journalism? 
So, as I contemplate deadlines for internships with NPR, the New York Times, the Pittsburgh Post Gazette, the New Yorker, and Ms. magazine, I panic. “Maybe I’ll just go to bartending school after college,” I muse, half-kidding. “Hanging out at the bar worked for Hemingway, right?” The idea makes my dad nervous and confuses my friends. 
My dad is comforted by my econ major: “You could always go into business, sweetie. My company values good writers,” he tells me. This idea bores me to death. A career in the corporate world seems so unremarkable, so common. Doesn’t he know Mount Holyoke women must be uncommon? An english major is supposed to be an award-winning novelist, the voice of her generation. A film major will be a fearless documentarian. A biology major will work for Doctors without Borders…or cure cancer. But what if a student wants to go into PR, international business, or private-practice medicine? What if she wants to be a parent or a volunteer? 
I get the impression that my dear, soon-to-be alma mater is nurturing me to bloom in the direction of nonprofit work and starving artistry. On the one hand, this is fine, because I want to be a starving artist…well, a starving writer, really. The job market for writers is bleak, though if by some miracle I do become a pulitzer prize–winning journalist, I will be published and applauded. But what if I fail? At times, this feels so frightening that I can’t even write a cover letter, fill out an application, or work on my résumé. Yet, I am slowly learning to accept this expectation to accomplish great things. Although it stresses me out, the pressure also inspires me. In a year and a half, I will be catapulted out of this ornate academic bubble. The bill-paying, food-on-the-table demands of the real world may initially knock me flat on my back, but I’m going to get up and do everything I can to save the world."

19 June 2013

A carbuncle...

...is a cluster of furuncles.  That is all.

23 May 2013

Aw, Love

I just used Shazam to discover Little Person by Mayer Hawthorne. http://shz.am/t53701827

21 May 2013

Why, HELLo

I just used Shazam to discover Husbands by Savages. http://shz.am/t60566051

16 May 2013

Angelina Jolie's Double Masectomy

Tears, people.  And yes, it was a radical choice, but what a brave one all the same.  Her mom died from breast cancer when she was 56, so yeah.  Rock on, sheila.

"Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of. "

PS, she also talks about the prohibitively high cost of genetic testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2 (the genes that put you at a much higher risk for breast and ovarian cancer than those without it) which I think is an important part of the conversation too.


15 May 2013

Maybe Everything Isn't Hopeless Bullshit!

Beautiful, honest blog post on depression - this girl gets it.  From this other girl's blog, who also gets it.  I don't know if I've ever been depressed-depressed, but I have gone through bouts of extreme blue-ness that I'm not fully aware of until I look back on them, and I can honestly say that reading this kind of feels like getting to the root of it.

Our Little Guy...

...with his cone on. Poor bastard had to get a wart on his snout surgically removed and right after we were gone for three days, in Boston/Salem. So glad he's doing much better than he was in this pic finally!