My parents say my future is right on the horizon.
Tell them the horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.
My parents say my future is right on the horizon.
Tell them the horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.
And, it was perfect, romantic, we stayed up all night, talking.
You're late, what happened to Sunday brunch?
We stayed up all night, too. Not talking.
The psychoanalyst again.
Divine exhaustion.
Katherine Watson: Slide. Contemporary art.
Now that's just an advertisement.
Quiet! Today you just listen. What will the future scholars see when they study us? A portrait of woman today? There you are ladies. The perfect likeness of a Welesley graduate, Magna **** Laude doing exactly what she was trained to do. Slide. A Rhodes scholar. I wonder is she reciting Chaucer while she presses her husband's shirts. Slide. Heh, now you physics major's can calculate the mass and volume of every meat loaf you ever make. Slide. A girdle to set you free! What does that mean?... What does that mean?... What does it mean? I give up. You win. The smartest women in the country... I didn't realize that by demanding excellence I would be challenging... what did it say?
what did it say? um... the roles you were born to fill
is that right? the roles you were born to fill?... It's, uh, it's my mistake.
Class dismissed.