Schooling Myself Self-education is an act of love. The love that spurs it is not for the self’s improvement or advancement, though ambition often contributes to dedicated study. Nor is it only a love of knowledge. The love is for the act itself, a recursion rather than a tautology: you must love coming to know.
Self-education is an act of love. The love that spurs it is not for the self’s improvement or advancement, though ambition often contributes to dedicated study. Nor is it only a love of knowledge. The love is for the act itself, a recursion rather than a tautology: you must love coming to know.
Commit Lit Whereas the quit-lit canon depicted the academic humanities as a charnel house of competition and hopelessness, it was to become for me an oasis: a place where I could observe and contemplate, from however small a remove, the riddles of existence revealed in everyday life.
Whereas the quit-lit canon depicted the academic humanities as a charnel house of competition and hopelessness, it was to become for me an oasis: a place where I could observe and contemplate, from however small a remove, the riddles of existence revealed in everyday life.
Anorexia and Autonomy “My body is for me. Your body is for you,” says Manne. But is my body just for me? Can I separate out my own wants from others’ preferences? I want to be desired. I want to be needed. What those others need and desire, then, will always be threaded into what I need and desire.
“My body is for me. Your body is for you,” says Manne. But is my body just for me? Can I separate out my own wants from others’ preferences? I want to be desired. I want to be needed. What those others need and desire, then, will always be threaded into what I need and desire.
There’s a story I know by heart. It’s a monologue I once performed often, about a woman named Laura.
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