The thing with a systemic problem is: it takes more than a month of protest to change it. And we white folk who are new to the fight and armed solely with enthusiasm for the cause need to prepare ourselves for what this is actually going to be. Continue reading Celebrate Juneteenth: Get Your House in Order
A month ago I became an essential worker. I don’t want to die, nor do, I think, any of my coworkers. Continue reading Back to Normal
I could go on all day. This bandying back and forth of what and why and who’s to blame is a really neat game to play where the answer is pretty much always: Boomers, with the voting majority, straight through the gut of the American working class. Continue reading How Do We Forgive Our Parents?
If we’re going to have serious talks about body positivity, we also need to include a very critical look into the ways money and power have toyed with our ideas of “health” and “beauty”. It’s not just the patriarchy, it’s the patriarchy wrapped up in the tortilla of capitalist evil, topped with the salsa of classism, and a side of racist sour cream. Continue reading I love my body, but still have disordered eating
I’m peeved at the whole of dude-dom that have apparently established an unwavering rhetoric and rule book for ****ing with my fragile feathered heart. Continue reading Thoughts on Love
Society’s obsession with entertainment, our craving for comeback narratives, blinded us to the nature of C.K.’s problem. By making a triumphant return to the comedy scene the final stop in this story, we’re missing the underlying plot that’s been driving it. Continue reading Louis C.K.’s Return to the Stage: Does ‘Long Enough’ Exist?
By Jo Longley Please be aware, this article discusses violence, domestic abuse, and plot points from Joker. I didn’t want to write this. I had every hope that Joker would redefine the role. That this movie wasn’t what everyone feared it would be: a deep dive into the subconscious of a lonely, sad man. It … Continue reading Why Do Men Do This?
I asked my love what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
“Nothing,” he said, “because there is no such thing as either. The universe wouldn’t exist if there were.”
I thought, “No, you idiot. They fall in love.” Continue reading Another Kind of Splendor
If I’d had to guess what event in my life would tip me over the scale of sane into sobbing and incapable of moving forward— I wouldn’t have said Tanya. Continue reading Tanya