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.
Tags: meta, toast points
I just realized that Nicole is the managing editor! When did that happen? I missed that news!
December…? I think? It’s all a blur.
Good luck with the PTSD, Nicole’s cat. There’s always kitty pot.
Eliza Doolittle is a very good and patient kitty but even she has her limits, you know?
Our one super friendly kitty became a super cautious cat after four days of stucco removal outside our house. Any visitor gets a two hour holding period before being approached.
I’m sure the first graders won’t bring hammers and (maybe) Loud Man Voices to the party, so that’s good!
Ban Loud Men (my 4yo REALLY doesn’t like them either, even when they are related to her; it is the source of some angst)
While you are clearly crushing it as managing editor here, if you ever decide to open a storefront (for any purpose, possibly even Editorial Management of the lives of those who walk in) I hope you’ll consider naming it Nikki’s French Press. It just sounds so satisfying.
It sounds like a place where I would drink coffee all day, so I’m sold.
While you are clearly crushing it as managing editor here, if you ever decide to open a storefront (for any purpose, possibly even Editorial Management of the lives of those who walk in) I hope you'll consider naming it Nikki's French Press. It just sounds so satisfying.
There is no such thing as an “excessively large” pile of Girl Scout cookies.
Poor cat. I hope you all survived the birthday party.
Whenever I host a family party, my cats are a big hit with all the kids, but the kids are not a hit with the cats. My older, more cautious cat usually retires under the bed for the duration. My more optimistic cat will venture out when there’s a lull – usually at least one young child per party will enthusiastically tell me that they saw my cat and she ran away!
We all survived and I have seen the cat out and about today, so she is fine, but I am now anxious that all the kids’ parents hate us for holding a birthday party on the biggest snow day of the year. Sorry…? Glad everyone made it?
Poor cat. I hope you all survived the birthday party.
Whenever I host a family party, my cats are a big hit with all the kids, but the kids are not a hit with the cats. My older, more cautious cat usually retires under the bed for the duration. My more optimistic cat will venture out when there's a lull – usually at least one young child per party will enthusiastically tell me that they saw my cat and she ran away!
During the process of moving on the weekend, the BFF’s cautious cat meowed for five hours straight until she lost her voice. She was like SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS HAPPENING.
when we moved into this house the cat REFUSED to come out of her carrier (the door was open! her food was RIGHT THERE!) for like two days straight, and then a few hours after she did finally venture out I found her hiding in my pillowcase.
During the process of moving on the weekend, the BFF's cautious cat meowed for five hours straight until she lost her voice. She was like SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS HAPPENING.
re: Asian-American lit, if you ever want an Asian-AUSTRALIAN lit roundtable, lmk because I can bring it. The whole table. All of it.
send me a pitch!
re: Asian-American lit, if you ever want an Asian-AUSTRALIAN lit roundtable, lmk because I can bring it. The whole table. All of it.