The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Dead Girls Sold Here
Why then are we comfortable with women routinely being cast as the victims of violence? Why don’t we see that as sexist? Where is the outrage?
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His Greatest Masterpiece
The banality of evil hides in people, and who they unleash it upon become forever tainted by their names. They become one. Creator and monster. Evil by association.
The Rumpus Interview with Pussy Noir
Jason Barnes talks about performing burlesque, genderfuck fashion, naked contortionists, and “being above gender” as his alter ego Pussy Noir.
Is That So?
I’ve got milk. I’ve got it soaking through disposable nursing bra pads, small disks the size and shape of sand dollars, and dripping down my shirt. Jesus, how much, exactly, is there? you wonder. Or not.
Learn to Cook (in 21 Easy Steps)
At first, canned spinach with butter and soy sauce was something I could make myself with instant rice, and I did. Imagine when I first realized fresh vegetables.
The Rumpus Interview with Jennifer Michael Hecht
Poet, historian, and philosopher Jennifer Michael Hecht talks about Thomas Aquinas, Robin Williams, and her most recent book, Stay: A History of Suicide and the Philosophies Against It.
Barbara Berman’s National Poetry Month Picks
Barbara Berman offers some quality suggestions on poetry to read during the month of April, and beyond.
Readers Report: By Chance
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “By Chance.”
TED WILSON REVIEWS THE WORLD #279
MY BED ★★★★★ Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my bed.
The Rumpus Interview with Shawna Virago
Musician and songwriter Shawna Virago discusses her trajectory as an artist, deciding to use Kickstarter to fund her new album, and what it’s like to be top Google hit for “San Francisco dominatrix.”
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Poppies
Poppies might bloom for years following a fire, but eventually will quit blooming until the next fire comes through. In the forests around my hometown, there are good fires and bad fires. It is sometimes difficult in the beginning to tell the difference.
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Crushed
He’s a cute mensch, I gathered, a cuddly fellow with a well- groomed beard, sad eyes, and, most importantly, a comforting voice that sounded like he was about to either cry or laugh.