I was at the library the other day scanning the YA shelves when I spotted the Robin McKinley section. I haven’t read Beauty since high school, which was… let’s just say a while ago, so I decided to give it a reread. Turns out it’s been so long that I don’t remember any of the details of the story, so it’s like reading it for the first time, except that I already know that I’ll like it because I loved it before. Continue reading
At the Persephone Magazine office holiday party, in between the recappers drinking too much champagne and starting an impromptu acapella version of “Istanbul (not Constantinople)” and Team Copy Edit photocopying themselves into doge memes (wow. so eggnog. much song. many tinsel.) , several members of the staff delivered their secret Santa gifts to the intended recipients. From the clues below, can you determine who gave what to whom, and in what order? Continue reading
Hershel: You say you want to take this prison as peacefully as possible. That means you’d be willing to hurt people to get it. My daughters would be there. That’s who you’d be hurting. If you understand what it’s like to have a daughter, then how could you threaten to kill someone else’s?
The Governor: Because they aren’t mine. Continue reading
Okay, maybe the older version of that title phrase (involving contempt) might still be true regarding annoying relatives. (My father used to insist there was just one small group of them who went from wedding to bar mitzvah to reunion, changing accents and clothing but otherwise identical, and including the great-aunts who commiserated about their digestive issues, the cousin who told offensive jokes, and the cocktail-swilling uncle who insisted on singing his off-key version of “New York New York” with the band. But I digress.) Continue reading
Oh, House Hunters. The show that puts clueless people who adhere to every gendered stereotype imaginable in the hands of the most grating and idiotic real estate agents on the planet and forces them to choose between three mediocre home options. Or whatever the official outline of the show is supposed to be.
As a child, I hated beginnings. So much was unknown: What would the teacher be like, the other students? What would we learn? I always longed for October, when routines had firmly taken hold. But now I prefer those beginnings because they are so full of hope.
The past week was an easy one for many Americans thanks to paid time off, school holidays, and ample amounts of food. Because I work retail, Thanksgiving week involved lots of work and not much food. As Black Friday consumptions creep further into Thanksgiving, I realize I food and family will probably not be on my list in the future. Continue reading
I’ve known about Elf on the Shelf for a year or two (roughly coinciding with the amount of time I’ve been a parent), but it only vaguely entered my consciousness. However, this year, it’s very difficult to avoid the Elf. Continue reading
My roommates and I just had a conversation about punching celebrities. Continue reading
What’s shaking your trees, today, Persephoneers? Continue reading
Acclimating myself to Leonard Cohen’s unusual singing voice took until adulthood. Low and creaky, Cohen sounds as though he’s easing his words through a crack in the wall. He sneaks up on you, and his literary style of songwriting appeals to me.
I have so much cool stuff to tell y’all about this week! I’m totally geeking out about some cool volcanoes, new species, dinosaur poop, and Neil deGrasse Tyson’s new segment on The Daily Show. Come geek out with me! There’s an iceberg gif! Continue reading
Our memories are tricky beasts. They can hold a great power over us, tingeing the things we see in front of us, the right now, with the hurts and sorrows from yesterday. They can also outright lie to us. Sometimes, this is for our benefit. We can forget the intensity of grief and the urgency of pain over time, so we can put ourselves in the path of grief and pain again. Other times, the lies our memories tell us don’t do us nearly as much good. Continue reading
This week I’m mixing things up, pointing you not just to great ladyblog reads but also discoveries from the interwebz that may be of interest to you, dear ladyblog enthusiasts.
- 6:45: A piercing scream. Younger child is awake and politely asking for a cup of milk. I stumble downstairs and fiddle with the microwave whilst dodging small cars on the kitchen floor.
- 6:47: I hold and feed the child. All is quiet. Continue reading