Yesterday at the bus stop a fellow creature the gym ladies call “that particular element” asked for a hand—out, job, shake, off. That’s the door being female in public is walking through. It’s a drag, but mostly it’s ice cream on the sidewalk and shrugging.
For the Virginia Quarterly Review’s Instagram project, Lauren Berlant partners visual storytelling with a series of stream-of-conscious vignettes that unveil a certain melancholic resignation common to urban living.
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