
An indulgence in one’s thoughts feels masculine. I feel like the brooding men I always admired. For men, selfishness is so often assumed. It’s the acceptable default, and anything more is a perk. For women, likability is assumed, and anything less is an affront. Maybe what I wanted all along was the luxury to brood. To not worry about my body, my hair, if I’m…
“Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful, because we’re too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone.” — Steven Spielberg