told someone at a dinner party about some mistakes i made as a kid (thought the company Hanna-Barbera & the composer béla bártok were women & that Chopin was gay bc of george sand) & she looked at me and went “… what sort of child were you”
the closest i've ever come to cyberbullying is when i mistakenly read bad/stupid/vapid letterboxd reviews of films i like and have the incredibly strong urge to respond "you are dumb as rocks"
people rolling up to the Boston International Antiquarian BOOK FAIR looking and dressed exActly like how you’d expect people rolling up to the Boston International Antiquarian BOOK FAIR to look and dress
today a man turned around multiple times to stare & look me up and down as he walked hand in hand between his wife and daughter… this happened maybe an hour after I finished a ferrante novel, the female experience is alive and unwell
the best kind of chivalry I’ve ever received was just now when a guy on a motorcycle saw me running to catch a (relatively far away) bus, asked if i needed it, and then pulled up in front of it until i got on.