No preamble. Down and dirty style.
I guess I didn’t need to stress so hard yesterday about paying my dues with a ‘book-related’ post. But I did enjoy revisiting all of the historical fiction I used to read.
Today’s post is kind of random, very vaguely book-adjacent (or more specifically, book-inspired). There was a line in Balzac’s Cousin Bette that really made me think and reflect on some of my friendships. I’m not going to bother to find it because I know Iw on’t be able to unless I reread the 300-something pages I’ve gotten through so far.
In the novel, there is a friendship between two women, the titular Cousin Bette and a courtesan named Valerie. The line I was struck by described Cousin Bette as attending an intimate dinner being given by Valerie so as to say all the kind and admiring things about Valerie that Valerie couldn’t say about herself. So it’s the 19th century and Cousin Bette is essentially acting as a wingman. The situation echoed so many in my own experience, when I’ve done similar things for my own friends (without really consciously deciding to) and when I’ve noticed them doing the same for (often in spite of not approving of the guy I’ve been interested in). Some things never change. Continue reading “Some Thoughts About Female Friendship, Courtesy of Balzac”
I’m leaving on Friday (in all likelihood) for my final semester of university. As always, I have very ambivalent feelings about my triumphant return. Less free time is both a good and bad thing, though I’ve never had a hard time keeping myself occupied. More dancing is also a mixed bag, as is nearing the end of my university experience. For someone as… insular as I am, even being around my friends comes with conflicting feelings.
And an aside: The title of this post references Smiles of a Summer Night, an Ingmar Bergman title. And I haven’t seen it and never will because I simply can’t bear with Ingmar Bergman. I’ve tried many times.
I’m in a mad dash to catch up on 2016 movies. I recently caught The Neon Demon and have Allied playing in the background as I type this. I’ve decided it’s not worthy of my full attention (but more on that in a future post).
I’m thinking about what my goals should be for this coming semester, after having completely failed at my fall semester ones (namely dance more and see more of people that I’m going to miss post-graduation. And of course, those will be carried over (in some form) to this semester. Continue reading “Smiles of a Spring Semester”