Monthly Archives: July 2014

Bossypants – Tina Fey

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It must be how straight teenage boys feel when they realize those boobs they like have heads attached to them.
I had grown up as the “whitest” girl in a very Greek neighborhood, but in the eyes of my new classmates, I was Frida Kahlo in leggings.
She had about as much personality as he had shoulders.
This is what I tell young women who ask me for career advice. People are going to try to trick you. To make you feel that you are in competition with one another. “You’re up for a promotion. If they go with a woman, it’ll be between you and Barbara.” Don’t be fooled. You’re not in competition with other women. You’re in competition with everyone.
I went back outside and manually released my butt cheeks.
After about seventeen minutes of shooting, they call lunch. The catered lunch makes you feel like you’re finally the person you always wanted to be. Vegetable tartlets. Arugula salad with figs, quinoa, fish that is somehow more flavorful and delicious than a Wendy’s hamburger. Miniature lemon meringue pies. Hibiscus iced tea. You fantasize about how wonderful your life would be if you had this food delivered every day. Oh, the energy you would have! Your stools would be museum quality. You could finally impress the fecalist.
I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means “Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.” I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.
You know that saying “Dance as if no one is watching”? Well, that’s what we were doing. We were dancing with abandon, and no one was watching. Actually, about five and a half million people were watching, but that counts as nothing.
I would carry around a very specific form of physical anxiety that feels kind of like my heart shrinking up like a raisin.
Sometimes if you have a difficult decision to make, just stall until the answer presents itself.
Politics and prostitution have to be the only jobs where inexperience is considered a virtue. In what other profession would you brag about not knowing stuff? “I’m not one of those fancy Harvard heart surgeons. I’m just an unlicensed plumber with a dream and I’d like to cut your chest open.” The crowd cheers.
It turns out City Folk walk way more than Country Folk.

 

My young nephew went to the deli with me. “There sure are a lot of foreigners here.” No, I explained, those people live here. In the “Great American Melting Pot,” rural Ohio may be a lump of white flour that hasn’t been stirred properly. Not that New York is any better. New York is that chunk of garlic that you bite into thinking it’s potato and you can’t get the taste out of your mouth all day. It all blends once you mix it, but sometimes you really have to grind it against the side.
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Yeni Moda Aşklar – Ayşe Kilimci

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Ne kötü ne pis yerler buralar… İnsanlar nerelerde yaşıyor, arsız sarmaşıklar gibi tıpkı…

Yalnız bu kadın cano, baksana esmer bir gölge bu kadın… Canı yok gibi sesi de yok.

Kapının altındaki ısırılmış simit
Adettir, bilmem mi, gurbete yahut askere giden simidi ısırır, kapının ardıcığına asılır. Lokma sahibini çağırır derler, döner gelir, giden…

Ne yese aç, ne giyse çıplak bunlar. Ussal olarak.

Aşk mı. Ay, ilahi sen de nerden bilsinler… Hayvansal duygular duyuyor olabilirler, vücut aşkı beli tenin kıpırtısı…

Böyle koyu koyu, ısırır gibi bakıyor, avludaki o kadın. Bir hoş oldum.

Onca dilin ortasında kaldı mı dilsiz!

Aşk iki kişiliktir, ne kaynanaya yer olur, ne boncuğa, ne ona buna…

Onlar, nenem o yorganı örtmese de, muhabbetlerinden sebep üşümezlerdi ama ninem, ömür boyu üşüdü dedemden, hiç unutmadı bunu. Bir yanı hep kırgın kaldı. Kadınlarda her şey derin yazılır. Erkekte her şey buz üstüne yazılır. Ninemin yüzünün bir yanında derin bir sitem saklı kaldı hep, ölene kadar. Kalbinin bir ucunda da, o gün akıtmadığı için hiçbir gün akıtamadığı iki damla gözyaşı…

Doymazlığını teninin, o uslanmaz kadın açlığını toprak doyuracaktı bunda böyle. O kesin sessizlik… Ölüm… Onu kadın koynundan çıkıp da yanıma vardığı her gece azar azar ölüyordum ama ben de…

Onur, direnç, helal, bölüşülmedik sevgi, tertemiz ekmek, arasına soğan da kırsan, mutluluk bu…

Deli bir kuş zorladı kalbini, zorladı, zorladı… Sonsuza kanat çırptı sonra o kuş, gönlünü talan etti.