As the trial against Harvey Weinstein progressed towards this week’s verdict, I’ve been thinking a lot about what protest movements mean and what they’re capable of accomplishing. Continue reading What Does the Weinstein Verdict Mean for #MeToo?
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?
“I bought violet mints
as some sort of offering, a single item shrine.
I don’t want to tell you how they taste…” Continue reading Violet Mints: An Interview with Poet Jo Longley
It should be everyone’s right to stop an unwanted or unsafe pregnancy, especially if it puts their mental health at risk. It should be okay to control your own body, to make judgement-free choices. Continue reading I Had An Abortion. This is Why.
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?
When someone is faced with an unexpected, unwanted, or dangerous pregnancy, there are so many factors that go into why they have to make the choice and what they decide to do. Abortion isn’t a black-or-white, pro-or-con issue. Every person’s situation is unique, complicated, and difficult. Continue reading I Didn’t Have an Abortion. This is Why.
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
So often these days, I am angry. Continue reading Swallowing the Poison
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