For reasons I still have a hard time conveying, I hated being called "smart" as a kid. Maybe it's as the article said. You're chasing a certain kind of praise and it's all loaded. So you're a "smart kid" and then that is praise that can be taken away if you mess up. "I thought you were smart." The goal should be to…
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Yes!!! All good strategies for fighting against stereotypes. Well played. I think it's especially good to compliment what a kid does over any sort of essentialist traits.
I don't think you want to fall in love with a horse, or marry one, or kiss one . . . but the whole act . . . having a powerful animal between your legs and under your control, that's not NOT not sexual. Again, this was based on the personal testimony of a dressage competitor.
Maybe we can establish an endowed "Rape is wrong/Fuck patriarchy" scholarship at Spelman.
I once saw a really interesting monologue by a performance artist who talked about how her childhood obsession with horses — she rode dressage into her teens — was directly tied to her sexual maturation. Not that she was in love with the horses, but that it was a metaphor for sexual agency.
My problem is that, by habit, it is frequently the first or only praise we give little girls.
Everytime I hang out with a girl toddler I struggle with the other "P" word: pretty. "Oooooh, you're soooo pretty," as if that is the most important thing for a girl to be. Not smart, or strong, or adventurous. I know someone is going to say I'm overreacting. (There is certainly nothing wrong with a little tiny girl…
Oh, god. Please say that Barbie's time in the spotlight is finally, at long last, over and done.
Reminds me of biblical art, where the Virgin Mary or someone else is looking helpless and overwhelmed. Bless you my child.
I'm going to assume that the cocaine sales were used to cover the frightening rent increases in Manhattan. Aren't all Manhattanites doing something illegal to cover their co-op fees?
I feel like I have to withhold judgement because I am not a parent. I don't know. Several said that Madonna's brother couldn't even be trusted with an apartment because he'd just rent it out to junkies so he could continue to get high. I have never been in the position of supporting a no-holds-barred drug addicted, so…
Oh, internet. You really are amazing sometimes.
I am no fan of Cosby, but he's not out of it. Never has been, never will be. (Ironic if you think about it.) His live shows are the product of a razor sharp mind. Not many people in the world could hold an entire audience in the palm of their hands the way Cosby does.
When this first came out I assumed Scotti was an individual hired hand. A contractor. But if he's working as an employee of NBC, then I look to them to make a statement about their liability.
The dude abides in jammies and a comfy sweater.
Without a doubt.
Except that not too long ago people threw their chamber pots directly into the streets below. I mean, obviously that is terrible and nothing to be nostalgic about, but humans became accustomed to their own shit for quite a long time. Having the faint whiff of stank in your bathroom for a few minutes is, by comparison,…