I am not a graduate student. This causes my parents to turn beet-red with shame (or so they tell me from across the ocean), even though supporting me during grad school was not an option they were willing to entertain. I am not a bestselling author. I hear you can’t become one overnight, and thatContinue reading “Things I’m Not”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Forbes Fudges It Up
There have been enough angry and clever responses to the distasteful Forbes article on the evils of marrying career women, responses I can’t even begin to compete with. I think Shakespeare’s Sister may have put it best when she wrote: “Were this article more honest, it might be titled instead “Don’t Marry a Career WomanContinue reading “Forbes Fudges It Up”
Things my teachers didn’t tell me
LitLove has another interesting (per usual) post up, this time about literature’s insidious effects, particularly on a human being’s desire for a “solvable conundrum.” The post made me think about my own “dangerous” encounters with literature, and how I came to find out things I didn’t want to know (but perhaps needed to know nonetheless).Continue reading “Things my teachers didn’t tell me”
General Weirdness
Men, I believe, are human beings (I know, I know, you’re falling out of your chair having just encountered such a radical notion. Bear with me.). Which is why I am always saddened to see masculinity turned into a caricature of itself. Of course, I also can’t help but giggle at how these good Christ’unsContinue reading “General Weirdness”
Monday Night Poetry Club
Song of the Master and Boatswain At Dirty Dick’s and Sloppy Joe’s We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some , alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse, The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor’s Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms toContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”
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