Motherhood is an all-consuming thing. The sleepless nights, the endless diapers, the undying love, the absurd tasks that must be performed to ease a baby into nap time. But time and energy aren’t the only casualties of motherhood. In our culture, motherhood often demands one’s identity as well, consumes it whole as the woman becomes a public object for fawning over, for scrutinizing, for judging whether she measures up....more
Posts Tagged: bars
The men who called me names were always white men, dressed in the shirts and ties that marked them as belonging to a different class than I did. They sat down next to me when I asked them not to, they kept touching me when I asked them to stop....more
At Bustle, Lindsay Merbaum writes about her experiences reading books at bars and how some men feel threatened by the presence of a single woman reading:
Perhaps what is so subversive is not just the aloneness of a woman at a bar reading a book, but the combination of her aloneness with her lack of interest in the men nearby.
First, Brandon Hicks allows us a peek into psychological disorders of the animal kingdom, the most elite bars in the world, and more in “Just Some Jokes.”...more
The canon of drinking songs is long and storied, but no one sang about booze with quite as much acumen as legendary imbiber Frank Sinatra. At a seminal live performance at the Las Vegas Sands in 1966, Sinatra delivered an effortless version of “One For My Baby,” accompanied on piano by the one and only Count Basie....more
Reading a book is wholly antithetical to the purpose of a bar. The purpose of a bar is to socialize, be it with friends, lovers, potential lovers or complete strangers.
Sean Manning is endorsing quite an unpopular position over at The Huffington Post: as romantic as it sounds, bars are good for writing, but not for reading....more