If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.
"Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen."
--Anne Sexton
"The maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces."
--Emily Giffin, 'Love The One You're With'
"Whatever you get paid attention for is never what you think is most important about yourself."
--David Foster Wallace
"What do women want? I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap. I want it too tight. I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in."
--Kim Addonizio
"Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen."
--Anne Sexton
"The maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces."
--Emily Giffin, 'Love The One You're With'
"Whatever you get paid attention for is never what you think is most important about yourself."
--David Foster Wallace
"What do women want? I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap. I want it too tight. I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in."
--Kim Addonizio
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