I read a chapter entitled "The Female World of Love and Ritual: Relations Between Women in Nineteenth-Century America" from the book
Disorderly Conduct: Visions of Gender in Victorian America today. And it made me sad, I suppose, about friendship in today's society.
It was enlightening, perhaps, to read about just how intimate women were each
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*hugs*
But wouldn't you 'sort of' fall into the second category?
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I'm also alone in the sense that I feel no one in the modern world has inherited China's traditional culture. I feel that 漢 culture disappeared with the advent of Western imperialism in China.
I am fiercely proud of my 漢 heritage, though, and I intend to learn many of the aspects of my culture that allowed my ancestors to be able to call us, with pride, 華夏族. I intend to make 漢服 this summer and eventually learn 箏 and acquire good calligraphy skills, along with learning 文言文.
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文言文was a terror. I was traumatised by it throughout secondary school. == I did play the erhu, but not for long. A year or so. I love calligraphy.
And hanfu.
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文言文 has a grace that is all its own, as much of a terror it is. I don't relish learning it by myself, but I want to regain the part of my culture my country lost.
My calligraphy is terrible. 心平氣和的神態我只做到過一兩次。
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I wish there was some way to bring that back.
But if I ever had to deal with a dead body, I'd know exactly who I'd call to help me hide it.
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I wish the friends I would call lived near me. :P But then, I've thought of a fairly foolproof way to dispose of a body, so. :3
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