This is just like the view in my garage.
Apart from the girls. And the old Triumph. And the garage.
(Source: wlves)
The women in my family have always been gypsies of some sort and I have always been a spectator, tucked away in a corner, peering behind the curtains of my hair. Every New Year’s Eve, I watched in amusement as they stuffed dried lentils into every pocket of their purses, filled their mouths with grapes as they welcomed the new year and then ran around the neighbourhood with empty suitcases dangling from their hands like a bunch of mad women. They subscribed to the believability that the lentils would bring them money, the grapes - prosperity, and the empty suitcases would endorse the opportunity to travel around the world. I bit back my laughter until the last of them disappeared around the corner and then managed to collect myself before they reappeared again. Those were perhaps the silliest of their rituals.
My grandmother was stranger. When I was 10 and plagued with nightmares, I wasn’t given a dreamcatcher. I was given a candle and coconut… it’ll suck up all the bad energy around you, I was told, and when I gathered a pail full of sea shells from the beach, she made me give it back to ocean because… you never steal from the ocean or she will keep from you a husband.
The women in my family are indeed strange, but we share the same blood. And so this year, I didn’t fill my bag with seeds, mouth with fruit or run like a chicken without its head around the block. Instead, I thought about what I want most of all and picked a lily, then tied a red ribbon around its stem. This year, I’ll find something pure, fall in love and let it grow.
George Stroumboulopoulos: |
There's one thing that's interesting about your books. I noticed that you write women really well and really different. Where does that come from? |
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George R.R. Martin: |
You know, I've always considered women to be people. |
| And, of course, George Unpronounceablesurnameopoulos (whoever he is) meant 'differently'. Imbecile. | |
Women are not allowed to be seen to enjoy themselves in lots of ways. They have a test for that in Ireland now. They’ve scientifically perfected that; the Madonna/Whore quotient of a woman. If, when a woman puts her hands together to pray, and when she’s crying the blood, and she levitates, if you don’t get a sustained hum in A flat, she’s a fucking whore. We sorted that out.— Dylan Moran, What It Is
— Dylan Moran, MonsterI don’t want to make any huge generalisations about women; I’m not here to do that; it’s — it’s vulgar.
But all I’ll say is that they have no feelings.
Because it’s actually men, you’ll find, who are the far more romantic. Men are the people you will hear say, “I’ve found somebody. She’s amazing. If I don’t get to be with this person, I’m fucked. I can’t carry on. No, I mean it, she’s totally transformed my life. I have a job, I have a flat; it means nothing. I can’t stand it; I have to be with her. Because if I don’t, I’m going to end up in some bedsit, I’ll be alcoholic, I’ll have itchy trousers. I can’t — I can’t walk the streets any more.”
That is how women feel about shoes.
