teenage girls
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Girl Power: Quan Barry’s We Ride Upon Sticks
But this is We Ride Upon Sticks: someone’s perm falls out, someone becomes prom queen.
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Ode to Girlhood: Olivia Gatwood’s Life of the Party
The world that suffocates girls still has a lot to learn from them.
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Doing This Wild Thing: A Conversation with Leesa Cross-Smith
Leesa Cross-Smith discusses her new story collection, SO WE CAN GLOW.
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Saying What Shouldn’t Be Said: A Conversation with Julie Buntin
Julie Buntin discusses her debut novel, Marlena, why writing about teenage girls is the most serious thing in the world, and finding truths in fiction.
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This Week in Short Fiction
This week, a short story in the new issue of Cosmonauts Avenue turns the flashlight onto a slumber party, and not the fantasy pillow-fight and popcorn kind, but the more true-to-life kind, complete with paranormal library books, urban legends, sneaking…
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Julie Buntin
Julie Buntin discusses her debut novel, Marlena, the writers and books that influenced it, tackling addiction with compassion, and the magic of teenage girls.
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The Eager
We were then young girls and our want was written on our skins. Between our legs and along our necks and wrists, our skin craved friction and more friction.
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“It’s Always Condescending and Insulting”
At Rookie, wunderkind Tavi Gevinson’s website for teenage girls, Hazel Cills has a magnificent defense of teenage girls’ taste, which explains why adult male critics are the last people who should be passing judgment on media for young women. When you…
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A Bearing
But one morning, I get caught behind a tractor on the way to school and I wade in just before the bell to find someone else’s sedan parked in my space. It’s a Ford Escort, a two-door hatchback. Cherry-colored. Looks…
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The Girls Do Cute Things
Her parents, in the past, tried to surrender her to the state, asking the state to force her to go to school. They didn’t want to be held responsible for her any more. Now, it’s Maya who wants to live…
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Girls in the Grass
I tell Hairy Mary’s mom that I get $466.00 a month in social security and she can have the whole thing for food and lights and stuff, if she’ll let me stay.
