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“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.
(On why he let Willow cut all of her hair off)

(via beenthinking)

I went to Los Angeles for the first time last week, and I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t really expecting to be one, but I was surprised at just how unenthusiastic I was about the city, especially with beaches and blue sky as far as the eye can see. Despite the external warmth, it felt cold and surface-level — a community of thin, beautiful people who don’t seem to appreciate the awesomeness of the environment they live in. Social climbing and beige decorations and palm trees aren’t really my scene.  But Venice — Venice, I liked. Because it was colorful and messy and loud and unapologetic. And that is my scene. 
I went to Los Angeles for the first time last week, and I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t really expecting to be one, but I was surprised at just how unenthusiastic I was about the city, especially with beaches and blue sky as far as the eye can see. Despite the external warmth, it felt cold and surface-level — a community of thin, beautiful people who don’t seem to appreciate the awesomeness of the environment they live in. Social climbing and beige decorations and palm trees aren’t really my scene.  But Venice — Venice, I liked. Because it was colorful and messy and loud and unapologetic. And that is my scene. 
I went to Los Angeles for the first time last week, and I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t really expecting to be one, but I was surprised at just how unenthusiastic I was about the city, especially with beaches and blue sky as far as the eye can see. Despite the external warmth, it felt cold and surface-level — a community of thin, beautiful people who don’t seem to appreciate the awesomeness of the environment they live in. Social climbing and beige decorations and palm trees aren’t really my scene.  But Venice — Venice, I liked. Because it was colorful and messy and loud and unapologetic. And that is my scene. 

I went to Los Angeles for the first time last week, and I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t really expecting to be one, but I was surprised at just how unenthusiastic I was about the city, especially with beaches and blue sky as far as the eye can see.

Despite the external warmth, it felt cold and surface-level — a community of thin, beautiful people who don’t seem to appreciate the awesomeness of the environment they live in. Social climbing and beige decorations and palm trees aren’t really my scene. 

But Venice — Venice, I liked. Because it was colorful and messy and loud and unapologetic. And that is my scene. 

“And if you’re willing to do your part now, if you’re willing to reach up and close that gap between what America is and what America should be, I want you to know that I will be right there with you. If you are ready to fight for that brilliant, radically simple idea of America that no matter who you are or what you look like, no matter who you love or what God you worship, you can still pursue your own happiness, I will join you every step of the way.
Obama’s commencement speech at Barnard is making me slightly weepy at my desk. 
“This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.
Lorrie Moore, Like Life