Ta-Nehisi Coates, getting it right, always:
This is not about the jury; this is about our Constitution. This is not about Michael Dunn, individually. This is not about George Zimmerman, individually. This is about me and you and everyone American we know. This is about whether we will live in candor or live in flattery.
Anne Helen Petersen wrote the loveliest thing for Pacific Standard about rural two-lane highways, and it’s way more interesting than I just made it sound, so go read it:
When I was growing up in rural Northern Idaho, my family did a lot of driving. Not in town—“rush hour” was when the mill changed shifts and you had to wait at a red light—but to everything else that wasn’t school or church or a drive-in movie theater. We drove to the reservoir to swim, we drove to go the Sawtooth foothills to go Morelling, we drove to the Sawtooths to ski. We drove two hours to get new school clothes at the closest legitimate mall, and we drove those same two hours to catch a plane that didn’t add an extra $200 to each ticket. We drove to summer camp in Northeast Washington (three hours) and family backpacking trips in Glacier Park (seven hours), to Huckleberry Heaven (two hours) and Lake Pend Oreille (five hours) and Lolo Hot Springs (3.5 hours).
This Bitch Magazine piece on how feminism needs to stop failing transgender women is really great, and the TERFs who show up in the comments prove why it was necessary to write.
A Patron of The Toast has asked me to announce that he is willing to sponsor a number of posts on “forgotten popular fiction written by women in the 18th and 19th centuries.” If you can write on such a topic, or wish to tell your friends, please to so!
I automatically link to anything that mentions Cord Jefferson. He was always too beautiful for the internet.
Oh, my God, Sir David Attenborough narrating curling.
Misandrist Degrassi!
Who killed Myeisha and Damiah?
