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.
Two weeks ago, I talked about how my dad preferred The Monkees over The Beatles, and how most of the Beatles records I own were originally my mother’s. Pictured therein was the group’s twelfth and last album, Let It Be, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about it in some way.
After a few weeks of jumbo-sized Alphabet Soup columns, somewhat predictably, The Letter X is a short one. We’re a bit punk rock this week.
Trigger warning for racial slurs, photo of racial slur. Merely a week ago, I wrote this piece on why I participated in Slutwalk NYC. I talked about the different ambivalence’s and concerns that weighed heavy, giving me pause as to whether or not my own presence could add necessary perspectives to ongoing feminist dialogues.