- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)
I bet you can tell I’m a woman,” she said, “and I suspect the rest of the world can, too.”
She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the NBA; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.
She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on."
- Michele Roberts, the new head of the NBA Player’s Union (via emilyisobsessed)
Edvard Munch. Woodcuts. Woman’s Head Against the Shore, Melancholy II, Evening Melancholy II, Woman on the Shore II, Encounter in Space, Woman on the Shore I, Two Human Beings The Lonely Ones, Manbathing, The Girls on the Bridge, Towards the Forest II (top to bottom). 1890s-1920.
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
I can’t stop watching this.