so I think I support the general idea of this article in that omg women can vote now~~~~
but I’m sorta heartbroken and confused reading it since I think they’re also telling me that, like Miranda, if I drop the Ivy League lawyer bomb I will never be able to get a date in this lifetime, and THEN I GOT TO THIS PART OMG
…three bits of advice for well-paid women: Leave the snazzy company car at home on the first date; find your life partner in your 20s, rather than your 30s, before you’ve become too successful. And go after men who draw their confidence from sources other than money, like academics and artists.
Okay. Putting questions about WHY WOULDN’T YOU TAKE YOUR SNAZZY CAR EVERYWHERE aside, find your life partner in your 20s??? Go after men like academics and artists??? WTF KIND OF JOURNALISM IS THAT, NEW YORK TIMES. I know, it’s not what they’re necessarily espousing, but as a 23 year old student in law school who will graduate with a Juris Doctorate a month before my 26th birthday, I say: I highly doubt that I will be able to find my life partner in my 20s. And that’s fine. I have things to do. I have to do well in law school right now and that’s my only priority, not finding some life partner. And any guy who honestly does not want to date a successful (future) lawyer, who has dreams and goals for herself, is not right by me.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change But I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold And I’m a million different people from one day to the next I can’t change my mold No, no, no, no, no
Along with being a song that pretty much everyone can agree upon as being likable, “Bittersweet Symphony” presents one of the most compelling and balls to the walls insane cases in the history of sampling.