*I was trained as a theorist so never had a real need or an excuse to wear a lab coat. If anything, my older colleagues preferred embodying the image of a scientist so consumed by work that they forget to tie their shoes or put on a clean sweater. The symbol of their status was not the lab coat, but the ability to forgo that and many other conventions of respectable dressing.*
Most of my colleague in the sociology department at U of Oregon… (in)famous as the most marxist department in the country (more than a bit exaggerated tbh), this absolutely was the un-uniform!
lovely. i was recently somewhere a little different, thinking about what a good, fluent cook my mom is and how hard it is for me to go off recipe, and how i think that’s a real loss or a deskilling of sorts. obviously i traded cooking fluency in for a lot more freedom than she had, and i think this puts to words a more positive spin on what recipes can provide, a way to do things you’re not spending all day and night with.
Thank you for reading! That trade off between freedom and being meticulously skill is interesting, I do worry that there are traditional skills I’ll never learn or pass on because of how I cook. But I guess I like to think I’m still influenced by it all, and that some type of change or transformation isn’t always bad
This is such a beautiful piece! Thank you for letting us into your process.
I loved learning more about how you think about clothes, and I love seeing your daily looks!
Thank you Julia! I appreciate you reading
LOVED! usually i save your newsletters to drink in along with my morning coffee but this, now, today, couldn't resist savouring in one go!
Loved this. Also made me realised I think I prob dress like a baked potato most of the time nowadays ! 🥔
Oh, ok, but that sounds very comfortable
It really is!
this was wonderful, your whole story
and this:
*I was trained as a theorist so never had a real need or an excuse to wear a lab coat. If anything, my older colleagues preferred embodying the image of a scientist so consumed by work that they forget to tie their shoes or put on a clean sweater. The symbol of their status was not the lab coat, but the ability to forgo that and many other conventions of respectable dressing.*
Most of my colleague in the sociology department at U of Oregon… (in)famous as the most marxist department in the country (more than a bit exaggerated tbh), this absolutely was the un-uniform!
HOOKED from the very first line.
Thank you!!
Love love love this one—just so much
This writing, brain, all of it, is just incredible!
Oh, thank you so much, that's really flattering!
ADORE this piece!
Thank you!!
lovely. i was recently somewhere a little different, thinking about what a good, fluent cook my mom is and how hard it is for me to go off recipe, and how i think that’s a real loss or a deskilling of sorts. obviously i traded cooking fluency in for a lot more freedom than she had, and i think this puts to words a more positive spin on what recipes can provide, a way to do things you’re not spending all day and night with.
Thank you for reading! That trade off between freedom and being meticulously skill is interesting, I do worry that there are traditional skills I’ll never learn or pass on because of how I cook. But I guess I like to think I’m still influenced by it all, and that some type of change or transformation isn’t always bad