Approaching and befriending women who I identify as smart and powerful (sometimes actively pursuing them, as with any other crush) has been a major revelation of my adult life. First, there’s the associative property of awesomeness: People know you by the company you keep. I like knowing that my friends are so professionally supportive that when they get a promotion, it’s like a boost for my résumé, too, because we share a network and don’t compete for contacts. Also, it’s just plain tough out there — for all the aforementioned reasons about the economy and the dating scene and body-image pressures. I want the strongest, happiest, smartest women in my corner, pushing me to negotiate for more money, telling me to drop men who make me feel bad about myself, and responding to my outfit selfies from a place of love and stylishness, not competition and body-snarking."
From Ann Friedman’s essay for The Cut, “Shine Theory: Why Powerful Women Make the Greatest Friends.” (via quintessentiallyquirky)
One of my favorite things is when me and my female friends are out and about—wining, dining and being awesome—someone usually asks me about them and I get to brag about their jobs, educations and just how generally nice, hilarious, smart and awesome they are.
IT’S THE BEST.
All the best women in my life are career driven lesbians. No snark there, that’s just a fact.
“She’s my friend because we both know what it’s like to have people be jealous of us.”
Leigh-Anne Pinnock & Perrie Edwards in Indianapolis 6/4/13 x
i want a scene where all the teenagers are discussing the virgins theory with chris and stiles says that he’s the only one of them in danger and chris says “and allison” and they all stay silent and chris shoots scott multiple times with normal bullets