Thought.is

You never “clock out” when you’re in grad school. I mean, yeah, you have to go to seminars and everything, but in general you pick your own seminars which is kind of like picking your own hours. There’s no time sheet, and you don’t have any jealous co-workers monitoring where you are. That sort of freedom is priceless.

The songs we made up in our heads in our bedrooms and recorded for months in isolation, everybody is now singing them back at us. People are shouting and dancing. The lights are really bright and colorful and I feel like I’m going to catch fire.

Don’t wait for the Friday cocktail hour to start — open up that top drawer, bust out that emergency flask and start drinking NOW.

Don’t worry, Don Draper is not on this list.

We are afraid of happiness. Everybody wants to be happy, but having that kind of pleasure frightens us. It’s too liberating, not orderly enough.

If I dressed up in “whiteface” I would still be black at the end of the day.

When we watch him perform I don’t think we are thinking about him as a cross dresser, even if that’s what he’s doing. We just think he’s fabulous. We let him get away with it. I mean, he’s “Prince.”