Sunday, February 08, 2004
Spent all day yesterday shopping at Lennox. Spent too much money, but then hadn't been shopping in a long time and really needed shoes. A lot of sales brought about temptation so took advantage to get some nice sweaters and a nice floofy stuffed dog. Relaxing in that I didn't feel rushed or pressured to come back and finish stuff. Barely made it home with all my stuff on the train--think I actually lost some stuff along the way since there was a huge hole in my CVS bag--but amazingly enough the stingerette appeared just as I pulled out my cell phone so I didn't have to wait.
Rushing to finish "Reading Lolita in Tehran"--so good. Passage reflecting me this past week:
"It is pathetic...here I am acting like a ten year old kid. This is what we should be talking about in class...about how all of us--girls, like me, who have read their Austen and Nabokov and all that. who talk about Derrida and Barthes and the world situation--how we know nothing, nothing about the relationship between a man and a woman, about what it means to go out with a man"...Nassrin, I told her, none of us are as sophisticated in these matters as you think. You know I always feel, with every new person, as if I am starting anew. These things are instinctive. What you need to learn is to lay aside your inhibitions, to go back to your childhood when you played marbles or whatever with boys and never thought anything of it..."The fact is I don't know what I want and I don't know if I am doing the right thing. I've always been told what is right--and suddenly I don't know anymore. I know what I don't want, but I don't know what I want".
later on:
"I had discovered my girls separated what they described as intellectual or spiritual love(good) from sex(not good). What mattered, apparently was the more exalted realm of spiritual affinity."
Rushing to finish "Reading Lolita in Tehran"--so good. Passage reflecting me this past week:
"It is pathetic...here I am acting like a ten year old kid. This is what we should be talking about in class...about how all of us--girls, like me, who have read their Austen and Nabokov and all that. who talk about Derrida and Barthes and the world situation--how we know nothing, nothing about the relationship between a man and a woman, about what it means to go out with a man"...Nassrin, I told her, none of us are as sophisticated in these matters as you think. You know I always feel, with every new person, as if I am starting anew. These things are instinctive. What you need to learn is to lay aside your inhibitions, to go back to your childhood when you played marbles or whatever with boys and never thought anything of it..."The fact is I don't know what I want and I don't know if I am doing the right thing. I've always been told what is right--and suddenly I don't know anymore. I know what I don't want, but I don't know what I want".
later on:
"I had discovered my girls separated what they described as intellectual or spiritual love(good) from sex(not good). What mattered, apparently was the more exalted realm of spiritual affinity."
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