I don’t read Althouse, because I value my brain cells. I had to pop over and have a look, though, when Ms. Althouse accused a prominent feminist blogger of… what exactly? Oh, of having breasts. As a feminist blogger who also happens to be a fan of nude painting I was, naturally, pissed off. OfContinue reading “The Blogger of the Baskervilles”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
I Want to Go Home
When I was leaving Kiev in August of 2005, I told my family and my friends that I had no idea when I was coming back. I said it flippantly, because I was tired of my parents’ bickering. A month after I left, my cousin, Yaroslava, died in a terrible car accident. I’ve wanted toContinue reading “I Want to Go Home”
Sticky Stupids
Despite (or maybe because) of the financial turmoil and general aimlessness and desperation that have characterized these post-collegiate months, some days, I just have to fall down in hysterics. A woman in a speeding minivan nearly mowed me down in a parking lot today. As I watched her drive away, sans apology, I noticed aContinue reading “Sticky Stupids”
“…I’m very protective of my body. I do not want it violated or killed.”
An awful incident occured just a few minutes away from campus, in an apartment complex where I’ve often partied through the years, and where a lot of my friends have lived/are living. The story made me think about a sociology/criminology class I took the summer after my sophmore year at Duke. We focused mainly onContinue reading ““…I’m very protective of my body. I do not want it violated or killed.””
Monday Afternoon Poetry Club
It’s a bit early, but I will be busy later in the day. On September the 11th, I have for you my own translation of the virst two stanzas Boris Pasternak’s “I dreamed of autumn…” I believe they’re relevant for today. The Russian original can be found here. An old professor once told me “it’sContinue reading “Monday Afternoon Poetry Club”
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