In a world in which it is okay for our president to mock a man with disabilities, we might well never see again the ultimately beautiful sight of a classroom of children disowning their own cruelty, choosing to be on the side of decency and care....more
What is lost still has substance, is malleable, can take on new impressions, and be molded again to our experience, often resulting in the most lasting force that determines how we see the world....more
“Distance” is part of a growing collection of graphic essays in which AshleyRose Sullivan tries to make sense of her oddball family history by looking at it through the lens of popular culture. ...more
The more of us there are out here sharing our work and telling our own stories and flying our freak flags, being our intricate, strange, and idiosyncratic selves, the less power the monolith has....more
Perhaps Bridget fans who watched the movies but never read the books might not find this movie to be such a hard blow... But those who read the books—and those who loved the pilgrim soul in Bridget—will feel the loss more keenly....more
I once heard the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of thought, and I wonder if simply thinking about Sawyer’s sister until my head hurts could get us to the place we fear talking about....more
You see, when a man believes he has the power to grant a woman personhood by admiring her looks or her body’s use to him... he also believes he has the power to take it away. Trump believes he has this power....more
When you’re a freelance writer — or any type of freelancer — you make yourself a lot of promises, mostly about getting out of the house and about wearing real, non-pajama clothing. But with no one to hold you accountable, these promises often go unfulfilled.
Halloween comes early with Jezebel’s annual Spooky Story Contest, where readers leave their terrifying tales in the comments (they can also be emailed to [email protected]). Other than that, the rules are are as follows: 1) The story must be true, and 2) The story must be scary.
Fans of Creepypasta, Channel Zero, and all manner of modern folk tales won’t be disappointed. Think of the tales told at night by the campfire, passed around at parties, whispered between friends—and go read last year’s winners here.
For Bitch Media, Rumpus Funny Women Editor Elissa Bassist interviews writer-actress Roberta Colindrez on her recent roles in Amazon’s adaptation of Chris Kraus’s I Love Dick and the Broadway adaptation of Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home, two powerful narratives centered on women. Colindrez believes in the power of stories:
Theatre is—and I’m quoting someone very loosely—the last religious experience you can get without going to church. If you allow yourself to be present as an audience member.
Monday 10/24: Mark Frost presents his book, The Secret History of Twin Peaks. You can bring one other piece of memorabilia to be signed, but show up early if you want to get in. 7 p.m. at The Last Bookstore.
Robert Perlow discusses and signs The Warmup Guy. 7 p.m. at Book Soup.
Ian Scheffler discusses and signs Cracking the Cube: Going Slow to Go Fast and Other Unexpected Turns in the World of Competitive Rubik’s Cube Solving. 7 p.m. at Vroman’s Bookstore.
Tuesday 10/25: Peter McCoy discusses and signs Radical Mycology. 7 p.m. at The Last Bookstore.
First, b: william bearheart shares a heart-wrenching and lyrical Saturday Essay on suicide, the struggle against depression and anxiety, and the role of poetry as an effective medicine. Hope and a hidden spirituality imbue a cliff, the site of many tragic suicides, with a complexity that lingers with the author.
And in the Sunday Interview, Laurie Easter talks to Pushcart Prize nominee Jericho Parms about her essay collection, Lost Wax. The sculptural method of wax casting provides a framework for the book. Working in a museum, Parms says, enhanced her relationship with art. She adds: “I’m most drawn to the idea that something is lost in order for something else to emerge. Similarly, there is often an element of beauty that must be spent in order for a new beauty to be revealed.”
Since the the first Nobel Prize was awarded, Cassie Gonzales explains in “An Unconventional Nobel Laureate” at the Ploughshares blog, the Laureate winner list has not been a bastion of diversity. However, Selma Lagerlöf was an exception—in her brief, funny essay, Gonzalez explains how a “disabled, Swedish, cross-genre, lady-loving author” bucked the white male (and heterosexual and able-bodied) trend back in 1909.
Monday 10/24: The launch party for Zeke Caligiuri’s This Is Where I Am: A Memoir (University of Minnesota Press) will include a reading, signing, and reception. Caligiuri, currently in prison, wrote his story of growing up in the Twin Cities during the 1990s, when Minneapolis was known as “Murderapolis”. Open Book, 7 p.m., free.
Tuesday 10/25: 555 Reads features five writers, each reading for five minutes, at Five Watt Coffee in the Kingfield neighborhood of South Minneapolis. Hosted by Elizabeth Tannen, October’s lineup includes Anessa Ibrahim, Brad Liening, Jennifer Willoughby, Donte Collins, and Vanessa Ramos. It starts at 8 p.m., but get there early because it fills up fast.
Once you’ve left the multiplex, you can swing by the Puppy Zone, or curl up in a big armchair, or — for fearful flyers — have a drop-in hypnotherapy session. By then, it should be time to pop onto your plane, stretch out, and relax, blissfully sober.
My affective response is not appropriate to the questionnaire. I drop tears on it. My face is hot and red above it. My body is full of the wrong kind of information. Not data. Not paper print out. The typed questions before me should not elicit this much sadness.
The small town where I have recently landed is ugly and beautiful. Walk down the main street: there are a few old gems like an ancient and glorious Masonic Hall, now home to evangelicals. Several boarded up stores, ugly as can be, and some small town cafes: one for Giants fans, specializing in breakfast, pancakes and pennants all over the joint, one Mexican taqueria, one family pasta palace with red and white checkered table cloths and cheap chianti, and an old-school diner for burgers. They’re great little haunts, and you wouldn’t want any fewer—each has its appropriate constituency. (more…)