Sublime

On those quiescent days, she was her normal self, the self she understood and had confidence in. On those days, she could almost convince herself that Dr. Davis and the genetic counselor had been wrong, or that the last six months had been a horrible dream, only a nightmare, the monster under her bed and clawing at her covers not real.

she still loved my

When their marriage was still new, she never felt the need to lock it, and sometimes he would sit on the bathroom floor as she bathed and the two of them would talk about all the minutes and hours they’d spent apart. But after nearly twenty years together, it is as if their quota of words is almost gone and they have to ration them out, sparingly,

Ce n’est pas un hasard si la question de la femme monte irrésistiblement au zénith de la pensée de Lacan. Dès 1958, la référence à la féminité permettait de penser la béance entre désir et demande, dans la dialectique de l’amour. À l’autre bout du trajet, l’impossible du rapport sexuel a pour corrélat l’inexistence de « La femme », les femmes n’exi

Mary Poovey, a materialist feminist—a feminist who focuses primarily on how patriarchal and capitalist assumptions force women into socially constructed gender roles—described this clearly. Poovey was attracted to deconstructive techniques for their ability to undermine what she saw as socially constructed gender stereotypes (the belief that such s

‘For all the death in the world, each woman’s grief is her own. It takes a different shape with all of us. But the sad truth is that people will not want your grief a year after you bury your husband. ’Tis the way of it. They’ll go back to thinking of themselves. They’ll go back to their own lives. So let us mourn Martin now, while they will listen

My point here is that you never do know the actual nature even of your own experience. Or perhaps it has no fixed and certain nature.