WANT. EVERY. THING.
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WANT. EVERY. THING.
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People are more likely to assume that a woman didn’t write her songs, or that she must have had help. People are more likely to assume that a woman had her clothes picked out for her. People are more likely to assume that a woman has someone planning her career for him. And in EVERY case, people are more likely to assume that any of this matters. People gloss right over the fact that Anita Pallenberg dressed The Rolling Stones. Or that someone else gave The Sex Pistols their name along with their wardrobe. That someone dressed The Clash. That Joy Division didn’t have any say over how their first records sounded. That Nirvana reluctantly allowed Sub Pop to release a cover as their first single. That Elvis Presley never wrote a song in his life. That Bob Dylan changed his name. That the manager of The Beatles insist they trade their leather jackets for suits. That The Velvet Underground were managed and influenced by Andy Warhol. That Berry Gordy controlled every single thing that came out on Motown until 1970. That The Byrds, or The Eagles for that matter, didn’t play on their early records. All of those artists are, aside from a minority of dissenters, seen as authentic and real.
[W]hen I was studying monetary theory in the early 1990s, I never thought I’d have to explain quantitative easing to 6 million people watching the 10 o’clock news. At the end of a long day, even pronouncing ‘quantitative easing’ consistently can be a challenge… I call it ‘dumbed-down highbrow’. I don’t always manage it, but it’s very satisfying when you feel you have said something that the experts would recognise, but the ordinary viewer can understand.
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This is actually my favourite thing about my job. Although I’m very glad that monetary policy is only a (albeit the most difficult) part of it.
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I say – when nature has gifted you so perfect a metaphor, don’t fight it. The once proud seat of democracy slipping gradually into the mire, brought down by its own overweening heft and further undermined and unsettled by the march of progress? Do nothing. Just enjoy.
SO. CAN’T. WAIT.
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Pretty much reblogging for the attention of Lilit. Who is currently on the other sofa.
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I like to think that there is kind of a Clark Kent thing going on with what I do.
Molly works because, while Watson is “the audience”, Molly is every woman of a certain age sitting at home on the settee fantasising about running their hands through Benedict Cumberbatch’s hair. Which is basically what I’d have been doing if I wasn’t in the show… Also, I think most people have experienced the agony and the ignominy of unrequited love… I’ve never thought Molly was an idiot. She just really, really loves him.
