Recent years have seen an explosion of male joblessness and a steep decline in men’s life prospects that have disrupted the “romantic market” in ways that narrow a marriage-minded woman’s options: increasingly, her choice is between deadbeats (whose numbers are rising) and playboys (whose power is growing). But this strange state of affairs also presents an opportunity: as the economy evolves, it’s time to embrace new ideas about romance and family—and to acknowledge the end of “traditional” marriage as society’s highest ideal.
Because: I intended to post this weeks ago when it first came out. By now you’ve probably read it because it’s spread to every corner of the Internet. If you’re a woman, did it also convince you that you’re destined for a marriage-less life? Que será, será.
Because: My mom sent this to me in an email and said, “I found this interesting…” which was a thinly veiled way of saying she thinks I suffer from said “addiction.” Yeah, me and most of Buenos Aires… but, I’ve got it under control.
Because: I spent a summer interning at More magazine and came out feeling as though I was ready to take on the world as a women. Corny, maybe, but that publication and its staff really push for and support the female gender, and it’s awesome.
The findings of this study the magazine conducted are interesting, though I don’t think I agree with the reaction that, well, women should be doing this and working 70-hour weeks. In fact, I don’t think anyone should be working 70-hour weeks. I think that is ridiculous, and I would be shocked if it’s even efficient or necessary. Moreover, it has to be impossible to have a balanced, sane life with a schedule like that. The reaction is that people go to the extreme opposite and quite altogether. Our work ethic in the US… I still maintain it’s our strength and weakness. Maybe it’s because I’m still reeling from the Steve Jobs eulogy (below) and miss my own family. Is that ironic? He was a total workaholic.
Because: In which we revisit a favorite topic of mine, what has developed more or less into its own category on this Tumblr: How to be a 20-Something. What it’s missing, though, is the “move abroad for a bit.” It could easily slide right in there.
I read this essay when it first came out and sought it out again recently because a friend of mine here in Buenos Aires also from the U.S. mentioned at lunch yesterday that this essay (or was it another one on Thought Catalog?) was a persuasive factor in her decision to move. Hi, Dylan! I know you read this from time to time and I love you for it.
Because: I held back tears reading this; its beautiful. I am not much of an Apple fangirl, but however Steve Jobs was or wasn’t, whether his death had an impact on you or not, it doesn’t matter to read and appreciate this. What it conveys about familial love, and the uncertainty and beauty of life, is moving in and of itself. It hits you in the gut.
Because: “This is America, speak English!” is one of the most ignorant comments a person can make, and one that gets uttered, or more like spat out, way more often than it should. The first reason being that it is rude and close-minded, and second being that it is wrong: America has no official language. It would be so great if the U.S. could become a bilingual country!
Because: La Presidente has won four more years. I recommend this piece for a brief, informative story about her, her policies and the election, as well as what might be to come. Here’s hoping for the best.
Because: I remember the last time I read a New York Times food critic’s sign-off article. I was in a New York state of mind. This time around, as before, the article but me in a wistful, foodie place and I started thinking about how food is present in many of our best memories and favorite moments. Then (unlike before) that led to reflecting on how I have made some wonderful new friends in the past year, but I have not seen some of my closest friends in over a year. Then I organized a dinner for this weekend at my favorite restaurant in Buenos Aires.
Because: Another article about my generation, the “me” generation, whatever you want to call us. We love to analyze ourselves, defend ourselves, psychoanalyze ourselves and read, investigate, write and talk about ourselves. Now I’m a little biased, but I do think to some extend we and whatever is happening with us are worthy of such activity, and Occupy Wall Street offers up proof.
This essay is on it. It is so on-point; it does such a good job of verbalizing what I think I and many of my friends feel. It’s not whiny or disillusioned. And I agree: We will be OK. We will be better than OK. There’s that generationally characteristic optimism.
Because: This is crazy fascinating. Also, I cannot speak from experience, but I have a feeling the majority of people who might benefit most from such a long-term alteration won’t be the ones apt to take it.
Because: This article is a couple years old, but I didn’t read it until this week when it started making the rounds online on National Coming Out Day in the U.S. It is a heartbreaking story, one of those that reminds us once again how cruel and hurtful people can be, and what an impact that carries. It also is inspiring and hopeful.
The scholar who created “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was a famed Northwestern professor, the late Charles Moskowitz. His classes were some of the most popular on campus, his Introduction to Sociology a must-take class. (I didn’t have a chance to take it before he passed away.) We used to share thesebit of information, including his formulation of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” on campus tours. I suppose it made us look important to divulge an intimate government-advisor relationship, but I always found it odd and controversial, and I don’t think many of us, or many people outside the U.S. military for that matter, had any clue what that policy meant or caused.
Because: A U.S. college student who studied abroad in Buenos Aires wrote this column. It makes me happy, because I get the impression this student got as much out of her study abroad experience as I did with mine. It is sweet, with a tinge of idealism, and reminds me so much of where I was when I returned home from study abroad in Barcelona. Reading this almost three years later, I feel as though I am looking back on myself. My wise, reflective words? Let study abroad, as cliche as it sounds, change you. Go with it, because you don’t know where it might take you.
Because: Amanda Knox is back in Seattle, and I’m still thinking about the case. I find it all grotesquely fascinating and equally confusing, and I do not know where I stand on it all. All I know is that this article, The scapegoating of Amanda Knox, resonated with me. I can’t help but reflect on my own study abroad experience. As one friend revealed to me that some of the stories and background she’s read about Amanda remind her of herself, I agree it’s easy to draw parallels between Amanda and myself, too. I don’t expect, or ever hope, to be in a situation anywhere as close to the one in which Amanda Knox was embroiled (verdicts, guilt and innocence aside) but at the same time, she could have been my classmate, my fellow study abroader. Or could she maybe even have been me?
Because: I almost was a bilingual baby. Sigh. I have a theory that the only people who can speak more than language with perfect accents (or a lack thereof), no problems, are the ones who learned it before a certain age. I’m not sure what that age is, but any children I have will most certainly grow up bilingual.
Because: Just got back from Rio de Janeiro yesterday and I’m already plotting my return to Brazil. There are few things sadder than pulling a bathing suit out of a plastic bag from your luggage, still wet and smelling of beach you were on earlier that same day. If possible, I would like to make Rio for Carnaval happen, and then there’s Floripa, detailed in this article. While this article focuses on the party scene of Florianópolis, I have heard the beaches themselves are beautiful, not even including the Brazilians who populate them, which obviously pushes it up many more levels. There’s a long weekend in December… anyone interested? Beijous!
Because: I learned of this site, which is a journalism multimedia project, from a fellow Buenos Aires blogger. The short pieces, while occasionally somewhat cliche, highlight a number of culturally important facets of Argentine/Buenos Aires life and society and for that reason, are worth a watch.
“The first time I visited, in 2006, a Uruguayan woman was offering vials of crushed whale bones, which she billed as aphrodisiacs. I stayed on that year after my friends left, to revise my novel “Flower Children.” After a three-day rainstorm, I emerged from my cabin to find the sky a loopy pink, a whale washed up on the beach and penguins wandering around in the grass. “It’s because of an eclipse,” someone in town said. “The animals lose all sense of direction.”—The Coast of Utopia
Because: Last December, I spent a couple days in the Uruguayan fishing village of Punta del Diablo, neighboring the featured Cabo Polonio. This perfectly captures in both pictures and prose, the beauty and simplicity of Uruguay’s tranquil beach towns.