(A version of this essay appeared in the anthology Punk Rock Saved My Ass, edited by Terena Scott and Jane Mackay and published by Medusa's Muse.) My first taste of punk culture was seeing live footage of bands on TV upside down from the floor, where my mother was trying to cut my unruly toenails against my will. This predated MTV and my parents weren't into punk at all, so I can only assume…
Previously: Catching up with the Riot Grrrl movement after transitioning. A few months ago I was on the phone with Kathleen Hanna, describing to her my biggest life regret. I say that with scripted nonchalance; my inner teenager is still totally freaking out. In September, Hanna released a new album with her resurrected one-time side-project, The Julie Ruin, and I’d been assigned a Q+A with her for a magazine. She is warm and chatty…