You’ve always wanted the backstory to “monkey torture,” have you not?
We will be meeting-up in Toronto on Friday (this Friday!) the 31st at 7:30pm in some reasonable proximity to Yorkville, ’cause that’s where I’m staying (it doesn’t really have to be there, but it would be nice.) Tell me where we should go and if you’re coming in the comments, and I’ll call bars and book us a room. Or one of you can! Some of you seem very enterprising.
brb buying a new book about Heloise
How much does Thomas Lennon look like Kenneth Branagh? There’s no link here, it’s just a general observation.
Reading history typically does two paradoxical things: it tunes you in to the unique, specific fuckery and magic of your own moment, while simultaneously proving the old adage, “Same shit, different day.”
Will read anything about Lizzie Borden, day or night.
Turns out that “Drunk in Love” and the Song of Solomon have a lot in common (you might spot a familiar sister-of-Mallory byline here).
Scotland’s prison hairdressing competition! Watch this half-hour documentary.
Q: You illustrate that one moment in the book, where you realize you’re just not going to get [your mother’s] approval.
Bechdel: It certainly was an important moment for me, that realization that I was not going to get what I wanted. It was very freeing. I keep using that word “freeing” or “liberating.” I feel like Houdini sometimes, like I’m just getting out of one set of shackles after another, hanging upside down inside a burlap bag with handcuffs on. Hopefully one day, I’m going to get out of this tank of water.
Lauren Haldeman is a lovely poet.
How a substandard abortion provider stays in business, via The New Yorker.
Seasonal Affective Disorder Olympics:
DOWNHILL
A brash alarm begins its unforgiving beep. It’s the morning; dawn peeks through your window.
“It’s all downhill from here,” you say.
Bronze medal.
