Today I watched Almodóvar's Todo Sobre mi Madre, and I was incredibly moved by the song "Tajabone" on its soundtrack. I am listening to it on repeat now.
On a completely unrelated note, I was also watching an episode of Women on Top earlier today. It was about a woman who had "made it" in the chef business. During the commentary section, one of her friends said, completely serious, "there is no place for a woman in a kitchen". I'm not sure if the editors were perhaps being a bit sneaky there, but I don't understand why no one seems to find it incredibly ironic that the world of chefs is apparently a highly tough, masculinized one. Why, just because guys seem to dominate it? I bet if women were there it wouldn't be. Whereas in the home, the stereotype goes that the kitchen is the "female domain", and it is highly feminized. It's sadly ironic that a woman has to "make it" to the "chef's kitchen", but when it comes to the home, the stereotype remains that she'll be on the wearing the apron, spatula in hand.
End of rant.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I'm Biting My Fingers
Even if I haven't reached the age where my life's woes can be read across the top of my forehead, the skin on my hands speaks volumes. I try hard to control this, but it's of no use. Ever since I was a teenager I've used the dry skin around my nails as an excuse to pick and prod the area whenever I've been fretting. The fact that my skin withers at the touch of dishwater probably doesn't help either.
I have no idea what I am to do with my life. I am quite lucky - so far I have managed to secure most of my goals in life - steady relationship, steady income and benefits, full independence. But I lack the creative core that links all those elements together, to make them even more satisfying. I am creatively dead. I want creativity back in my life, but it's crawled far into the recesses of my imagination, to make way for the more "important things". Damn university! I completely drained myself during those last four years. I need to start from scratch all over again.
I keep telling my friends I desire to be one of those people driven by their one core passion - whether it be writing, drawing, acting etc. But no one seems to quite get what I mean or why I am so impatient for it. I can't picture myself doing any one thing in life. I am too lazy to pursue the "dream". I want to love my art, but not whip myself into shape to work on it.
I have no idea what I am to do with my life. I am quite lucky - so far I have managed to secure most of my goals in life - steady relationship, steady income and benefits, full independence. But I lack the creative core that links all those elements together, to make them even more satisfying. I am creatively dead. I want creativity back in my life, but it's crawled far into the recesses of my imagination, to make way for the more "important things". Damn university! I completely drained myself during those last four years. I need to start from scratch all over again.
I keep telling my friends I desire to be one of those people driven by their one core passion - whether it be writing, drawing, acting etc. But no one seems to quite get what I mean or why I am so impatient for it. I can't picture myself doing any one thing in life. I am too lazy to pursue the "dream". I want to love my art, but not whip myself into shape to work on it.
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