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Posts Tagged: Midwest
Right now as I write this, smoke from fires in the southeastern Appalachian Mountains haze the morning. We’re under orange alert—the air quality bad enough that schoolchildren will stay indoors today. This morning the coastal flooding is up again thanks to the powerful tidal pulls of the recent supermoon....more
I may be a sixteen-year-old German-Irish girl living in flat Ohio, but West Side Story is a chute I slide down, and every day I’m a little more Marisol, working in a west-side dress shop and kissing Pepe on the fire escape.
Is there any fabric more well-loved than flannel? At Vela Magazine, Sonya Huber discusses the significance wearing flannel had to her teenage self in the 1980s Midwest:
Flannel hid the shape of a woman, yet it revealed as we pushed our breasts against its grid; it protected us from scrutiny.
Over at Catapult, Kashana Cauley explores the origins of the Midwestern accent and discovers its roots in racial segregation:
Apparently it wasn’t enough for GLVS [Great Lakes Vowel Shift] speakers to move very far away from minorities in order to avoid us: They desperately needed to adopt a nasal accent to make sure they didn’t resemble us in any way.
The state of Indiana legalized discrimination last week allowing businesses to turn down customers for arbitrary reasons. Rumpus Essays Editor Emeritus Roxane Gay, who lives in Indiana, weighed in on the state of the state over at the Butter:
The Midwest, however, is not defined by ignorance.
In the middle of a digression on the bar scene in Kansas, Edmund White took a moment to question its authenticity:
Sometimes gay friends my age or older ask me if I ever miss the good-bad old days before gay liberation.
A closer look at the literary map of the 50 states reveals that even if the publishing industry writ large is situated in New York and Los Angeles, some of the most exciting things going on in American literature are taking place in the middle of the country.
Dear Sugar, Sugah, Sage,
I’m a spry 47 year-old feisty broad. For the past three years I’ve been deeply in love with a woman. The timing of our meeting was atrocious....more