Taken from Vogue Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of … Continue reading VII. Joan Didion’s “On Self-Respect”
The strain of everyday life, the burgeoning discontent one feels with society and those ignoramuses in general can lead one to do strange things. What's one to do in modern society? Join the gym and become a new, more improved me? No. Perhaps join some obscure pretentious activist group where you champion change, ostensibly seeking … Continue reading I. First post, Her.