Friends, I don’t know about you, but my heart has still not recovered from Abbey Fenbert’s perfect piece about Wishbone. Some crew members from the series happened upon the post and have been sharing show anecdotes in the comments, SUCH AS:
<3 <3 would read an entire biography about Soccer and his career, does one exist yet <3 <3
Just published today — maybe you started the weekend early, but DO NOT MISS THIS — Kendra James went to Comic-Con and wrote for us about the good, the bad, and the hilarious.
Nicole acquainted us with the horrors of that “the Pacific Northwest is good and fucked” article in The New Yorker, and then Lynne Elkins tried to calm us all down.
Jess Zimmerman wrote about the unpaid emotional labor women supply to men, and why it has genuine value.
The Sequel to Rebecca the Second Mrs. de Winter Deserves
The Toast interviewed Alexander Chee, and you should read every word:
As I discovered when I was trying to get Edinburgh published, publishers have set ideas of what they believe to be true about novels and the public and that’s how they make decisions, no matter what you wrote. Whatever their unconscious idea of a novel is or of a novelist or of the world, that’s what they publish and publish toward — they’re often called gatekeepers, but I would call them world builders in a different sense than we use that phrase — they’re building the culture we all live in, or with.
To the extent that publishing isn’t as diverse as it could be, that is really about how much we who are not white or straight don’t exist to them.
Molly Priddy on milestones, marriage equality, the USWNT, and building a life.
“The Good Indian Friend will always be up for ‘curry’.”
I like to imagine Mallory whispering these things to Nicole’s baby when she visits: How to Talk to Babies About Postmodernism
Children, Teaching, and Dreams Deferred
“But I don’t want to hurt him,” Christopher Robin said, holding the hammer and the nail in his small hands.
“Of course you want to hurt him,” Winnie-The-Pooh explained. “Eeyore is your friend. And friends share everything. And you hurt, yourself. Your hands hurt right now, don’t they?”
“Not very much,” Christopher Robin said.
“You mustn’t lie to me,” Winnie-The-Pooh said. “You mustn’t ever lie to me.”
that’s what woods are for
for those moments in the woods
“I’d like to nominate my mom and my dad–two individuals on this rapidly-browning Earth of ours who intimately know my brattiest, worst qualities and a few of my better, marketable traits–to find me a husband”: Rohin Guha on relationships, his family, and why he wishes his parents could be involved in choosing the man he will marry.
If Tom Hardy Were Your Boyfriend
