Han (via rainydaysandblankets)
This is so true, and something I’m trying hard to keep in mind when reading blogs.
"It also made me realize how much people diminish and poo-poo the real power and strength of female friendship, especially between women, which is either supposed to descend into some kind of male lesbian love scene porn fantasy or be dismissed as meaningless or be re-written as a story of competition. Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children….
…This was a snapshot of what my own deep friendships could lead to: transformation. I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love.”"
I love this. And I think this is why I absolutely love The L Word, because of the strength of the friendship among the women in that show.
Being a personal assistant was my latest clumsy stab at adulthood, one that came after a lot of other meandering: a degree in modern dance, an assistant gig at a ballet school, a short stint at a dance talent agency in the Valley where I was asked to change my first name because there was already another Lauren working there. Someone with a little less desperation and a little more direction might have noticed the red flag. For six months, Elle Morelli spent eight hours a day calling krumpers. “Hello, this is Elle. May I please speak with, um, Baby Killa? Hi, Baby Killa. You have a 3 pm audition tomorrow for the Ne-Yo video. Bring your best swag!”
This should be the part where I start writing because I realize I have to pursue my dreams and then you, by proxy, are inspired to do the same. Nope. I quit being Elle and talking to babies, and went for the glamorous crown jewel of assistant jobs: Personal Assistant to a High-Level Executive at an Important Studio.
So, at 25, my therapist suggested I take a class to help me meet friends. I’d moved to LA a year before, leaving my college social circle back in New York. Oh you were expecting some grand wisdom? Nope, I was just lonely."
Does anyone else wish they could glimpse into their future, just for a second, to see how things will be and see if insecurities eventually work themselves out?
I find my mind constantly worrying about the same things, and if I could just for a second see that I eventually work past it, that would be so comforting.