family
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Daisy Duke and the Manosphere
The story goes, if you can dehumanize a population with a stereotype, there’s no need to share their fate.
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Growing Up: The Rumpus Interview with Michelle Tea
Michelle Tea discusses life in recovery, the meaning of family, motherhood, and her new memoir How to Grow Up.
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The Last Book I Loved: Heather Has Two Mommies
“Did everyone but her have a daddy?” Why—at age three—would you weep for a parent you didn’t have and had never known? I didn’t buy it.
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Guns and Relatives
While we wait for his partner, George teaches us some U.S. history. How the “Indians weren’t doing much with their land anyway” and that today’s rednecks and hillbillies are the descendants of prisoners dumped here to be the newfound nation’s…
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Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex: Julia MacDonnell
Julia was one of those “students” whom you suspect, after maybe fifteen seconds, should actually be teaching the class you are currently (allegedly) teaching.
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Build-A-Bear
Other kids were just the grab-bag prize their parents were stuck with when they unwrapped it, whereas mine had gone shopping and picked me.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: love/Woman/thirty
They did not tell us that love was not something you could throw away once finished. That it would remain on us like blackened scars, underneath blouses and in those places only we could see.
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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.
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Cheaters: A Life in Eyewear
When I was nine I faked a vision test to get a pair of pale pink cat eyed beauties. Because I wanted them.
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Return to Braggsville
Two authors take a trip that they did not take to a place that’s no place (but could be anywhere) in Wiley Cash’s feature on novelist T. Geronimo Johnson and his new book, Welcome to Braggsville.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Waiting for the Tape to Rewind
I started watching as if I were dropping by to say hello.
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He Doesn’t Wanna Be Here
It wasn’t until my mom came over after work and told me my brother had confessed to her that he’d been using heroin for two years and needed help that I knew I’d seen him with a needle in his…