If you’ve been watching news sources over the past couple of weeks, you’ve probably noticed that here in NYC, there has been an inordinate amount of time spent talking about boobs. Specifically, about women who wear paint on their boobs and pose for photos in Times Square. Read More I Was Rooting For You, Topless Lady
Friends, when you read this, I’ll be taking my first trip to New York City as an adult, so this week’s Record Machine is as indulgent as ever. And with all due respect to Frank Sinatra, let’s listen to a few other city-centric tunes.
Hello, fellow unicorns. This week, we’re a bit more international with our news bites, and I also have a few bonus stories that amused me. With all the horrible things that happen, it’s good to find a few points of light. Let’s get to it.
Recently, the mister noted that I’ve become somewhat preoccupied with early 1900s “upper-crusty British people,” as he put it. Taking a look at my Netflix viewing and some of my reading, he’s not wrong. Though set in New York, Elisa DeCarlo’s The Abortionist’s Daughter fits snugly within a genre rife with burgeoning feminism and class considerations that are much like our young nation’s parent country.
New York City in the summertime can be magical. Read More Persephone Postcards: Bryant Park, NYC
Wish you were here? Read More Persephone Postcards: My Office
Greetings, my lovely unicorns, and Happy Friday. We have a variety of newsy bits to cover this week, and more of them to make up for last week’s vacation-posted brevity. Let’s dive right in: