I liked to pretend I was a scullery maid, circa 18-something, when I was probably too old to be doing that sort of thing (I should’ve, by that time, been able to accept that I am one single person and always will be that one single person). I’d do this on nights after ballet, when…… Continue reading Wherever You Go, There You Are. Plz stop following me.
Why George Saunders' debut novel disappoints. Lincoln in the Bardo is George Saunders' highly anticipated first full-length novel. Saunders has been critically acclaimed for his short story collections that condemn the unobservant, the complacent, and the present. Hilariously tragic or tragically hilarious, Saunders had not failed to use our own humanity against us… Continue reading The Mortal Novel: A review.
The Kitchen, phone in hand: Phone in hand, you lean on your kitchen counter. It is sticky even though you don't cook. You think to call your dad because there isn't romanticism enough in filling out a police report, not for this kind of intrusion. It's too intimate for check boxes and you think how… Continue reading Missing Things [Pt. 2, the key]
I've been drawing too much with my eraser.
Ivanka Trump could be a herald of women's rights and family support under the Trump Administration. But she chooses not to be. Ivanka is a mother and a wife and the daughter of the president. As such, her word should be important to her father and the public alike. She could be a sounding board and… Continue reading Family Ties: Calling on Presidents’ daughters! You have a duty too, even if you didn’t choose it.
Because I read! Reading: it's escapism, even when it's non-fiction. If I can't find it in real life, I'll write it. (SPOILERs!!) Here are 10 of the books responsible for my desire to write, in order of when I read them: 1. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster Damn, if you like puns… Continue reading Why do I write?
[Pt. I of a thought in progress] I've heard the claim that women are vulnerable physiologically. We have holes that leave us exposed and so we can be penetrated. Our ability to be forged into makes us weak. But what weapon is more terrifying: the knife? Handheld and stiff, un-majestically whirled nauseatingly into the body? Or… Continue reading Pu$$y Pow3R