Lovely article, thank you. I learned long ago to accept my eccentricities and one of my most pleasurable moments was watching my mother realise that not only did others, including her friends, accept them too, but they found them fascinating. I don't mind what people think of me, but she'd always been embarrassed by my not fitting in, and that was a very liberating moment for her.
Thank you too for keeping up your manners. I do too - I offer my seat on the bus to those who look like they need it more than I do (and I'm a woman not in the first flush of youth 🤣). In London this occasionally shamed young men into offering me their seats in return; one of the great things about Buenos Aires is it's generally not necessary, as the young men have already leapt up. 🙂
Thank you for the note, Katy! It really resonates. I experienced that same arc in my own family: from embarrassment to delight. It’s goofy how that happens, isn’t it? Maybe we'll learn to skip the shame and jump straight to a celebration of individuality 💛🥳
And HA! Textbook cultural differences. I’m from Mexico, and - in all fairness to my sometimes "critical" parents - they would probably be *more* embarrassed if I didn’t give up my seat than if I showed up to Christmas dinner with skateboarding shoes and a forehead tattoo. Priorities! 🤝
It's as if I have a puzzle I am trying to solve without the final picture, yet your words somehow paint the picture visible enough for me to understand each individual piece. Love this and you, thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Lovely article, thank you. I learned long ago to accept my eccentricities and one of my most pleasurable moments was watching my mother realise that not only did others, including her friends, accept them too, but they found them fascinating. I don't mind what people think of me, but she'd always been embarrassed by my not fitting in, and that was a very liberating moment for her.
Thank you too for keeping up your manners. I do too - I offer my seat on the bus to those who look like they need it more than I do (and I'm a woman not in the first flush of youth 🤣). In London this occasionally shamed young men into offering me their seats in return; one of the great things about Buenos Aires is it's generally not necessary, as the young men have already leapt up. 🙂
Thank you for the note, Katy! It really resonates. I experienced that same arc in my own family: from embarrassment to delight. It’s goofy how that happens, isn’t it? Maybe we'll learn to skip the shame and jump straight to a celebration of individuality 💛🥳
And HA! Textbook cultural differences. I’m from Mexico, and - in all fairness to my sometimes "critical" parents - they would probably be *more* embarrassed if I didn’t give up my seat than if I showed up to Christmas dinner with skateboarding shoes and a forehead tattoo. Priorities! 🤝
It's as if I have a puzzle I am trying to solve without the final picture, yet your words somehow paint the picture visible enough for me to understand each individual piece. Love this and you, thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Love you Annie!