I always seem to get excited for May. It’s the wonderful time of the year that I get to see flowers bloom, I get out my bike to go cycling and here in Columbus, the farmers’ markets open. It’s perfect.
Can a triannually published, New York Times-minted literary magazine that boasts five male editors out of six publish a smart, well-written critique of the snarky, irreverent Internet watering holes many women frequent?
You know how people complain that academia (the institution, not necessarily the individual members) is part of the “ivory tower” complex, detached from the realities of society, etc.? I do not necessarily agree with that, however, I just had a “shaking fist” moment at my screen.