My director Joyce asked for my address the other day, said she wanted to send me something.
I got an envelope in the mail from her today and she sent me a membership card to the Santa Monica Museum of Art that is good for one year of free visits! That is the best gift! She is so thoughtful! I am going to go all of the time!
“Recently I’d read some hateful statistic stating that 75 percent of women are married by the time they reach their twenty-seventh birthdya. So you can only imagine the statistics for the over-twenty-eight crowd. And it’s not that I necessarily wanted to get married, or even have kids for that matter. (Dogs yes, but kids?) But something about those numbers made me feel so solitary and isolated - like that lone species, left on the dock, that all the other animals on the ark refused to mate with.
I mean, how did so many women figure out so quickly just who to spend the rest of their lives with?
It was true that most of my friends were married, and the majority of them seemed pretty happy. And even though their husbands were nice, with no glaring personality disorders or fatal character flaws, I had to admit that nothing about them struck me as all the remarkable. And even though just a short time ago I too had been all too willing to settle, now that I’d narrowly escaped a mediocre mingle, I couldn’t help but wonder if merely being “nice” was really enought?
I mean, until death do you part?
I felt like I’d been on some crazy, never-ending scavenger hunt, like I was the only person still searching for that last, elusive item, while everyone else, pleased with their findings, had packed it up and gone home early. And if I ended up with the treasure, then clearly I’d win. But what if it didn’t even exist? What if the idea of an exciting toe-curling relationship was just another urban myth? And what if I was the last one to figure this out?
Where would that leave me”
[90 pages later she has all the answers. this is precisely why I normally don’t read chick-lit]
“The fact that I had no child care experience mattered little to the matriarchs of the upper east side. All they needed to know was that I was white, a college grad and terminally single.”—the nanny diaries
too bad I’m moving to the opposite coast. why is it that I am never around for anyone’s pregnancy? I’ve had a ton of pregnant friends and have never been around during any of their pregnancies, i’ve visited a couple but never been around for the full pregnancy/birth.
"The juxtaposition of the live models and the mannequins, which rested on coffinlike bases, hinted at the notion of what’s real and what’s not, and, further to the point, questioned the difference between life and death." —Karen Bookatz
“Don’t be afraid if things seem difficult in the beginning. That’s only the initial impression. The important thing is not to retreat; you have to MASTER yourself.”—Olga Korbut (via kari-shma) (via corley)