There was a meme ambling around Twitter, post a Selfie and a random Note. It was cracking me up. We all strive to be authentic online, so spur of the moment, so alive! But, we all do multiple takes. We all scroll through the Notes app or the Camera Roll looking for the most perfect, […]
“For my parents, who bought me my first leather skirt”. I squealed, tensed up a little, the delight of it. That quote is the dedication that serves to opens Musser’s Sensational Flesh: Race, Power, and Masochism. The dedication is a knowing nudge, a sense of humor, the precursor to a juicy, inquisitive, heavy, complicated, truthful […]
Lately, I find myself struggling with the impulse to have. To possess. To own, I think, but not quite that far. You see, I’m too much in debt (credit card, student loans, medical, and some outlying things) to really own anything. I’ve grappled with ownership, what it is to own, in the past, and I’m […]
Hey there, sweet thing. It’s Sunday. This time last Sunday I was, I think, laying facedown in my unmade bed sobbing my eyes out. You could chalk it up to a chemical imbalance. You could say we ought not to, as people, lay in an unmade bed sobbing our eyes out. You could say, even, […]
Mary Oliver really knew what she was saying when she said, “the animal of your body“. Opening with that sentence runs the risk of me indulging a masturbatory intellectualism I’d like to avoid. The animal of my body, I think, knew what it was doing when it got in a car and drove 13 hours […]
Just talking about Sundays. And Literacy. And shit I’m worried about.
Hey there. I read another book. Big ups to me, because this is considered a radical act in the Attention Economy (I took the time to look up the term Attention Economy and let me just tell you it could fill a whole ‘nother blog post, so suffice it to say, the term is attributed […]
Okay. Leila Slimani’s The Perfect Nanny has an opening. The first sentence is, quite truly, “The baby is dead”. Bam. Slimani said, “are you not entertained?!”. A reviewer on the back cover (it was The Telegraph (UK), but I like the diminution of calling an entire publication a back cover reviewer) called it, “The ‘French […]