For the last several months I have been entertaining myself between work emails by delving into the Longform.org archives. One recurring theme in my internet journalism travels is the exploits of white men who reach for the stars and fall far short. Here are some of my favorites.
Two years ago, I got an IUD and it was the best thing I ever did. Ever since, I’ve become one of those proselytizing women who want to talk to you about Diva Cups in line at Whole Foods, except in favor of a small t-shaped baby-prevention device. Have you accepted IUD into your uterus as your personal peace of mind?
In late July, the athletic wear company Under Armour unveiled a new ad campaign featuring gorgeous badass ballerina Misty Copeland of the American Ballet Theater. The campaign, titled “I Will What I Want,” immediately became the subject of much publicity and discussion all over the Internet. Countless outlets, including USA Today, announced it under the headline, “Under Armour Settles Whether Ballet Is A Sport.” So here is my question: why is this a question?
It’s been almost three years since I posted an article on Persephone. How are you? I’ve missed you! You’re so pretty! I like your earrings! Man, this week, right?
But, really. This week, right? There are so many horrible things I want to talk about, but I can’t find the words. Sometimes internet rage simply fails us. The problems are too big. Instead, I want to talk to you about Mrs. Pollifax and what she can do for you. Read More Do You Have a Moment to Discuss the Gospel of Our Lady, Mrs. Pollifax?
Warning: this may contain spoilers.
George R. R. Martin’s series entered my life at what felt like an eerily appropriate time. The Harry Potter franchise was officially grown up and over–until they remake the movies in five years, that is. I had reread them all in preparation for the final film, seen it at midnight like a dutiful fan, and not cried as much as I thought I was going to, or at least not at the parts I was intending to. Read More A Song of Ice and Fire Is Ruining My Life and I Am Letting It
A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with a friend to check in and see if she was doing okay. She responded that yes, she was fine, just overwhelmed with things. I said something like, “Dude, fucking life, right?” and she said something like, “You know, when I’m drowning it doesn’t make me feel any better to hear people say, ‘I’m older than you and I’m still drowning.’ That doesn’t make me feel any better at all.” And I thought you know what? That’s very true. When you’re struggling to keep your head above water, you’re not exactly thrilled to see another person popping out intermittently from between the waves to throw you a high five and hear them shout, “I’ve been at this longer than you!” above the wind. Read More Cat Poop in Your Sink and Advice on Being an Adult from Other Adults Who May or May Not Be Qualified to Give It
I was going to write another post for you today. It was going to be solipsistic and not terribly relevant, and maybe this post will be those things, too, but it is a different post than the one I set out to write. The post I set out to write was laid aside and all but forgotten late last night as NYPD forces cleared Occupy Wall Street from Zuccotti Park, threw all their belongings in the garbage, drove the protesters back throughout the night, and hosed the park down in the hours just before dawn, as if somehow the filth of community dwelling was too much for the pristine surfaces of New York City.