You may have missed A Mobster Who Really Wants a Pet Rabbit due to getting your patriotism on for the Fourth of July, but I love it so much I want everyone to read it.
Twilight of the Pizza Barons, or Why I Refuse to Order Domino’s Even Though There Is No Longer Any Connection There:
Monaghan began to dabble in Catholic causes. He established Legatus, an organization for Catholic chief executive officers, and donated $50,000 to support a Michigan ballot proposal to ban state-funded abortions. After the National Organization for Women responded by calling for a boycott of Domino’s, Monaghan told the Ann Arbor News, “It made me realize why martyrs die with smiles on their faces.” He was equally busy giving interviews about his $40 cashmere socks, his obsession with the actress Debbie Reynolds, and his growing pile of pricey toys. He could afford them. In 1985, Domino’s opened 954 stores, bringing the total to 2,841. The year before, the Tigers, which Monaghan bought for $53 million in 1983, won the World Series. Today a replica of the trophy stands in a glass case down the hall from Monaghan’s office.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION for those who are participating in our An Untamed State book club! (First discussion here.) We will be meeting back on Thursday, July 17th, and discussing through the end of Chapter 12. Gird your loins.
I am here to talk about Warren G. Harding’s sex letters allll day.
Jolie Kerr on grout, but also GENDER ESSENTIALISM.
Buy a buncha new books.
Leslie Jamison on why confessional writing is not self-indulgent:
Another woman wrote to say that one of my essays had made her turn down sex with a guy who didn’t love her. “As low as that sounds,” she said, as if it didn’t matter much. But it mattered to me. It didn’t sound low at all. It sounded like something I might have needed – at several points in my life – to hear. She told me she was writing drunk. She’d needed to get drunk to find the courage to write at all.
Vasectomies! Cheaper than tube-tying and good for what ails ya.
I am buying a new car, since we have sold our 1999 Chevy Tracker (RIP, 1999 Chevy Tracker.) I am less emotionally equipped to purchase a car from a human whose job it is to make me pay more than a car is worth than ANYONE WHO HAS EVER LIVED. Wish me luck.
