I'm Becky Hirschfeld: actor, performer, director, paper picture artist, model, cat enthusiast . This blog contains self-promotion and other things I like.

 

Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are.

Marcel Duchamp (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

How would you “define” my “style”?

I have a meeting with a wardrobe consultant (!) because I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that no one has secretly signed me up for a makeover TV show, and she sent me a super fun questionnaire, but I don’t know how to answer many of the questions other than saying that I want to look like a mid-century Playboy centerfold who is running errands.

PS I don’t need to wear glasses anymore WHAT!!!!!!!?????

In the rare cases where actual psychological differences exist, they cannot be attributed to innate neurology alone. Everything in the brain is a combination of nature and nurture. Culture comes into play, which affects behavior, which then affects the brain. From birth (and even in the womb), a baby is labeled as a girl or boy and treated a certain way as a result. For example, a 2005 study of 386 birth announcements in Canadian newspapers showed that parents tend to say they’re “proud” when it’s a boy and “happy” when it’s a girl. Anne Fausto-Sterling, a biologist at Brown University, has shown that mothers talk to infant girls more than infant boys. This could partly explain why girls tend to have better language skills later on. “Some differences end up fairly entrenched in adult human beings,” Fausto-Sterling says. “But that doesn’t mean that you were born that way or that you were born destined to be that way.”

Treehouse mornings

mbusux

Wassap with the stupid cropping, tumblr?
I hurt my stupid back again while I was cleaning the dumb litter boxes for my wonderful cats and now I get to hang out on the couch look at these beautiful clouds but I’m still super sad about not going to work. Being really disappointed about not going to work is a surprisingly good feeling. I really like my job.

I hurt my stupid back again while I was cleaning the dumb litter boxes for my wonderful cats and now I get to hang out on the couch look at these beautiful clouds but I’m still super sad about not going to work. Being really disappointed about not going to work is a surprisingly good feeling. I really like my job.