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âThere have been many high-spirited characters before Jo March, but none like her, who wrote, remained herself. Creating Jo at a time when women had yet the right to vote was an unflinching move. She was an activist by example. And standing apart to extend a sisterâs hand, she has always been there to greet maverick girls like myself, with a toss of her cropped hair and a playful wink to say come along. To guide us, provide encouragement, lay her footprints on a path she beckons us to follow.â
Mar 21, 2025
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When I think about âmy tastesâ in an expansive way, I think the common thread is explorations of femme-nessâ living as a woman, being perceived as a woman, experiencing girlhood, existing as a woman within (or really under) masculine cultures/political structures/households etc. I often joke to my friends that I donât read male authors because I donât want a tourists guide, but I do find that almost all of the art I enjoy is womenâs work.
Favorite artists: Faith Ringold, Camille Claudel, Artemisia Gentileschi, Claudette Johnson
Favorite poets/writers/authors: Maggie OâFarrell, Ada LĂŹmon, bell hooks, Charlotte BrontĂŤ, Valeria Luiselli
Favorite directors: Celine Sciamma, Kelly Reichardt, Celine Song, Sarah Polley, Greta Gerwig
Favorite films: Petite Maman, The Worst Person In The World, Frances Ha, Ladybird
Outside of the art I consume, I think my life is very oriented around womanhoodâ my apartment is overtly a womanâs house, my closest friends are women, the ways that I exercise and cook and dress are all intentionally oriented around my womanâs body and itâs cycles and needs but also the expression of being a woman, like not just a human person but a Woman, in the way that bell hooks and Virginia Woolf write about.
Dec 18, 2024
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and I feel lucky about that; it made me who I am today!
But as an adult woman I can definitely relate and I imagine what it would be like to feel that sense of freedom from being perceived as a woman and the societal expectations that come with that. Sylvia Plath said it best in her journals:
âYes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regularsâto be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recordingâall this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...â
I do think though that itâs fruitless to fixate on these things, imagining the grass to be greener on the other side and essentially wishing you could have grown up and lived as another person, because 1 itâs not possible 2 the life you imagine has so many downsides to it too that you canât even imagine not having experienced itself and 3 if you were a different person then the You you are now wouldnât exist, and that would be a shame! I also think men are having a tough time now and many of them are probably just as neurotic, inhibited, and fearful as women.
Obviously people are free to reject these notions and live life as whoever they want, and I respect and appreciate those who choose to do this, but Iâm not interested in doing that for myself. Instead, I challenge the boundaries of what it means to be a woman in the ways that I can, which feels like the right choice for me!
Jun 28, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyâbe it a relative or one of my best friendsâwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too đ
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Iâve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapidâa critique often rooted in misogynyâbut now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretationâpreconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your imageâselfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that thereâs another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. Itâs refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, Iâve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentionalâsomething that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. Iâve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? Itâs a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024