Growing up, I was incredibly lucky to have a private art tutor from the ages of 11-18. Her Friday afternoon class became a sanctuary for me, a place to mull over Klimt and Munch, to draw only the outlines of things...to carve wood and make prints...to paint. I drew and painted my first nudes in that class, and explored everything from abstract expressionism to building my own books.
To this day, the smell and taste of blackberry tea and the sound of classical music makes me think of her crowded studio of books, easels, masks, puppets, clay...and shelves upon shelves of paints and charcoal and paper.
She was one of the first people to recognize that I could tell a story, and that I had equal affinity for words as I did for pictures. And she was one of the very few people that always told me that what I had to say had value, and that it was worth saying. #teachers
This is so amazing. A connection with a teacher/mentor is such a special thing. I am lucky to have had a few professors in college who allowed me to spread my mental wings, including the totally phenomenal Sandra Gilbert.
In was in her class that I had a huge life-changing realization, while we were discussing "The Awakening." I was 21 and it was the first time I realized that I had spent my entire life trying to be "normal" instead of just accepting myself.
Anyhow, I am forwarding this to every woman I know. #teachers
@CircleSquare: Yeah, she was totally incredible. I went to UCD but she would commute in from Berkeley sometimes to teach at my school. Her poem "The Return of the Muse" did a number on me, I actually wrote something about the male muse in her class. I didn't befriend her, although we did talk sometimes, but she was very influential in my academic life.
My mother is a teacher in a dangerous area in Paris. I have seen her come home so exhausted she would curl up in bed at five, weep with frustration after hearing people belittle her responsabilities, say nothing all evening because she was haunted by the pain she witnessed all day.
And some nights she would pick up students from jail, because their parents didn't speak French, or were in jail too. They would call her.
And sometimes she smiles so broadly, and she tells me that something happened in class that day. Maybe someone asked a question that showed that he/she was interested. Or she felt a connection.
Teaching is the most difficult job in the world. My mother always told me it was the most rewarding. #teachers
Our educators really are the unsung heroes of society. They open up new vistas not only in our minds, but also in the physical world. And more importantly they enable us to become social agents of change, if we let them.
There is nothing more that I needed today. Seriously. My eyes are burning. I learned so much about myself by reading Woolf. I didn't think I could be moved by anything more than hearing Plath reading "Daddy." It's amazing how a voice you've never heard can seem as familiar as your mother's. And I've never heard anyone speak so beautifully about words and language.
@Penny: You should listen to the Podcast of Zadie Smith giving her essay on language and Obama for the New York Roview of Books. It is unreal. She speaks beautifully and brilliantly and she does accents of different characters including Eliza Doolittle and 17 year old Obama. It made a real impact on me and I ended up writing a huge paper about it.
@Yahtzii: Let me search for you! I first heard in in a class with Sandra Gilbert (aaaaaaaamzing) but I know I can find it online. It's totally incredible.
@Penny: I had always thought the poem sounded weary and fearful, but she definitely gives herself the upper hand, with the oozing "oooh's" and the snapping "t's". It certainly gives me an appreciation for the poem read aloud, which I know is how all poetry should be read, but damn. I'm almost a little frightened of her, in the most delicious way.
@futuremouse: Have you ever seen the movie Rebecca? Because I'm starting to wonder if Virginia Woolf secretly played Mrs. Danvers, or did the voice from behind a curtain. It's eerie.
There was a crazy Thierry Mugler spread in the first Vogue I ever saw years ago-- it was in the desert and full of crazy metal leotards, molded plastic wigs, etc. And when I fist saw Beyonce's glove thing in the Single Ladies video, that's what I thought of.
What I mean is that I am uber-excited for crazypants Mugler and crazypants Sasha Fierce to collaborate.
@returnofthemac: I'll drive!! Why wasn't this place open when I was there in October?? I wandered around Beacon's forever and didn't find a thing (that was my size and not ugly).
@annab: I LOVE going to little five points in atlanta to the vintage shops there, but unless you are a modern day 4 you can't find anything that fits. It's so disappointing :(
So, I may or may not have had a dream about stalking Beyonce last night. I know she was in it, and I was in it, but I'm not sure what actually happened, other than we did not have sex, as one of my friends asked me this morning.
I wish I could travel everywhere with a handsome French pony-tailed assistant called Bruce. The best I can do is a handsome Latino assistant named Doritos.
@BabyJane: God, I know, right? But nothing will stop me from eating an entire bag, shredded mouth be damned! It's probably a good thing that I usually can't get them in L.A.
One woman disliking another woman doesn't always mean jealousy. Sometimes it just means that the disliked woman is really, really terrible and people hate her. Period.
@morninggloria: Yes, but other than disliking her for wearing fur, I'd be hard-pressed to find someone with something negative to say about her that I wouldn't immediately classify as "sexism". See also; Stewart, Martha.
@Sukie in the Graveyard: I blame the Pussycat Dolls and their stupid monstrosity of a song "Dontcha?" for convincing terrible women everywhere that everyone is jealous of them.
"Dontcha wish your girlfriend were hot like me?"
-No, my scantily clad friends. If my boyfriend wanted someone hot like you, he'd only date strippers.
@morninggloria: I hate that song. It's like "O hai, male human that I assume is probably kind of dumb and easily led! I am so cool. The lady you are dating--the one who definitely enjoys your company and seems to really care about you? Well, she's a stupid cow so you should probably entertain thoughts of getting rid of her. LOLOLOLOLOLOL and I'm hott!!!111one." And then at the end it's like "LOL J/K J/K J/K KTHXBAI."
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To this day, the smell and taste of blackberry tea and the sound of classical music makes me think of her crowded studio of books, easels, masks, puppets, clay...and shelves upon shelves of paints and charcoal and paper.
She was one of the first people to recognize that I could tell a story, and that I had equal affinity for words as I did for pictures. And she was one of the very few people that always told me that what I had to say had value, and that it was worth saying. #teachers
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In was in her class that I had a huge life-changing realization, while we were discussing "The Awakening." I was 21 and it was the first time I realized that I had spent my entire life trying to be "normal" instead of just accepting myself.
Anyhow, I am forwarding this to every woman I know. #teachers
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I am geeking out right now...that's incredible. The Madwoman in the Attic was such an eye-opening piece of criticism for me.
What was she like, as a teacher? #teachers
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Maaaaaan I want to go back to school! #teachers
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And some nights she would pick up students from jail, because their parents didn't speak French, or were in jail too. They would call her.
And sometimes she smiles so broadly, and she tells me that something happened in class that day. Maybe someone asked a question that showed that he/she was interested. Or she felt a connection.
Teaching is the most difficult job in the world. My mother always told me it was the most rewarding. #teachers
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Well said, Anna.
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There is nothing more that I needed today. Seriously. My eyes are burning. I learned so much about myself by reading Woolf. I didn't think I could be moved by anything more than hearing Plath reading "Daddy." It's amazing how a voice you've never heard can seem as familiar as your mother's. And I've never heard anyone speak so beautifully about words and language.
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@futuremouse: Have you ever seen the movie Rebecca? Because I'm starting to wonder if Virginia Woolf secretly played Mrs. Danvers, or did the voice from behind a curtain. It's eerie.
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What I mean is that I am uber-excited for crazypants Mugler and crazypants Sasha Fierce to collaborate.
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They are to be resurrected when they can be used correctly and not 85 times a day.
More on this as it develops.
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God bless my ol' buddy Franzia.
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(Sorry, but that was an All Caps Worthy statement, they are THAT good.)
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"Dontcha wish your girlfriend were hot like me?"
-No, my scantily clad friends. If my boyfriend wanted someone hot like you, he'd only date strippers.
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Not my favorite song either.
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