This week was brought to you by Nikki’s French press and an excessively large stockpile of Girl Scout cookies. Happy Friday, everyone. We made it.
“I tell myself that the use of charm is a skill, not a crutch.”
After Amy Tan: An Asian American Lit Roundtable: “APIA writers see early on which spaces we can easily move in, and have to decide whether to push the boundaries of those spaces.” Lots of good stuff here, including book recs and “long Asian woman neck” book-cover hate and lovely illustrations by Shing Yin Khor, so check it out if you haven’t, please.
“If Chris Evans Were Your Boyfriend, the two of you would rescue a puppy together.”
It is silly, then, and unfortunate, that there are few to no entry points for queer kids — especially in an era in which multiplayer and co-op missions abound — to be themselves as they endeavor to save the day in a video game. It is crushing for me to think that gaming is an industry that too often communicates a devastating truth: a kid sometimes has to become someone else entirely in order to make a change in the world.
“Exhausted parents lying on the floor, surrounded by government-provided boxes of diapers and wipes” and other Feminist Postpartum Vignettes
“In England, every city is the most haunted city. Every room has a blue boy, every corridor a grey lady, every light-absent street has a man with no face. On every battlement someone walks, by every river someone jumps, and in every room there is the echo of someone who once cradled their face in their hands, shocked by the first crack of a broken heart.”
Someone please prepare this tomato tart and I’ll bring the wine?
FEMSLASH FRIDAY returned today with The Other Woman and it was glorious.
Now I must take my leave; my eldest daughter is having her birthday party this weekend and it’s time for me to GIRD MY LOINS and also warn the cat that between eight and ten first-graders will be coming over for a pajama party soon. Your thoughts are appreciated (for me and for the cat). Have a perfectly marvelous weekend, friends.
