Last week, the Taliban issued horrific new edicts banning women from showing their faces, interacting with unrelated men, & having their voices heard, calling them "awraa" (parts of the body to be kept private). Afghan women are fighting back with a campaign of singing & poetry.
Call me crazy but I want a society where everyone from the artist to the janitor is paid a living wage, where careers and creative hobbies aren’t being stolen by machines, where books and music and learning are celebrated instead of demeaned.
when people say “why do you waste your time reading stories about witches and dragons and whatnot when you could be reading important things?” the answer is because I think it’s important to read about witches and dragons.
“why are you so quiet?” I started thinking about all the women in history who might’ve been great novelists or poets if they had lived in a time when female literacy and expression were encouraged and now I’m sad.
In the annals of badassery it’s hard to beat Charles Dickens, who nearly died in a train crash in 1865. With the car hanging over a ridge, he climbed out through a window, then, remembering he had left his unfinished manuscript in a coat pocket, climbed BACK in and retrieved it.
I would like to live in a world where creative and intellectual pursuits were deemed meaningful. Where students didn’t have to work long jobs and could read whatever they liked. Where authors were paid living wages. Where tech companies weren’t trying to abolish human artists.
J. R. R. Tolkien had the right idea: cultivate a very niche obsession, trick a university into paying you to study that obsession, spend your days scribbling down stories about elves in secret and become a legend.