"I feel old and stereotypically it's hard for me to embrace what's happening around me right now. It's not moving too fast, per se, but I miss what was happening on the internet in 2002. I lived in a time where blog posts were vulnerable. People shared their deepest darkest secrets via words.No photos. No gifs. Your parents weren't on Facebook. There was no facebook. No twitter. No fucking YouTube. Porn was a hassle. It was simpler and we were hidden and we found each other somehow. Then you shared each other with your friends."
"We need to say that women have sex, have abortions, are at peace with the decision and move on with their lives. We need to say that is their right, and, moreover, it’s good for everyone that they have this right: The whole society benefits when motherhood is voluntary. When we gloss over these truths we unintentionally promote the very stigma we’re trying to combat. What, you didn’t agonize? You forgot your pill? You just didn’t want to have a baby now? You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I put one hand briefly on the skin of the whale and felt its distant heartbeat, an electrical throbbing like a refrigerator. Life on that scale – mammalian life on that scale – so unfamiliar and familiar simultaneously. Oh, the alien whale."
"To me, it seems like common sense that for those of us straddling the ethnic divide, acknowledging all sides of our heritage provides us better insight on the racial wounds that continue to fester into tragedies..."
"An Egg is the seed of a bird, and when you sit on it with your heaviness a bird escapes out of it, and it tries to find a way to die."
"Watching up close the painstaking process of cheek twitches and scrolling word menus by which Hawking communicates—it took him a quarter of an hour to type a single sentence, which then boomed from the speaker into the quiet room—filled me with a sense of the preciousness of language."
"I smelled like Sun-In and finally started to fill out my training bra. I'd graduated from the 6th grade a month before and turned twelve a month before that. 6th grade was a welcome school year for me after the tumultuous 5th I had in a new school that was a mile walk from my new home in anew town run by losers who would steal our laundry (even my velvet gymnastics leotards)."
"Why do we send flowers? To make up for what is intangible?Those feelings we can’t hold in our hands and present as a gift to our loved ones? And why is it that the placeholders we choose — the dozen red roses, the fragrant white lilies, the long-stemmed French tulips — are so fleeting?"
“…if poems could be anything at all, then why is the default to cringe whenever someone writes a poem about their feelings? Even worse if that someone is a teenager? Even worse if that someone is no longer a teenager but nonetheless thinks about themselves with the kind of intensity that is only acceptable between the ages of thirteen and nineteen?”
“I don’t remember the first time I heard a racist joke at a punk rock show. Rather, I don’t remember the first time I was grabbed into a sweaty half-hug by one of the laughing white members of my Midwest punk scene and told don’t worry about it. We don’t think of you that way. I don’t remember the first time I saw a teenage girl shoved out of the way so that a teenage boy her size, or greater, could have a better view of a stage. I don’t remember the first time that I made an excuse for being a silent witness.”
"Refusing to collude in injustice is, I’ve found, easier said than done. Collusion is written onto our way of life, and nearly every interaction among white people is an invitation to collusion. Being white is easy, in that nobody is expected to think about being white, but this is exactly what makes me uneasy about it. Without thinking, I would say that believing I am white doesn’t cost me anything, that it’s pure profit, but I suspect that isn’t true.I suspect whiteness is costing me, as Baldwin would say, my moral life."
"Inheritance isn’t supposed to come when you’re 29, when jobs are insecure and debt is just part of the furniture; inheritance is supposed to come when you’re 50, when your savings are plump and your vote already counts. I’ve won the lottery. A strange, sad lottery. And as I swallow yet another lump in my throat I think, I’m supposed to feel lucky right now."
"Frexting also lets women feel attractive and safe simultaneously — a rarity when even walking down the street in sweatpants can be sexualized. “[Sending a frext] is about my personal need to be sexual but not to be sexualized back,” says Alana. “My [sexuality] can be affirmed without making anyone want more than I’m offering.” The offering here is less about being a sexy thing, and more about being a sexual human being."