So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap

I mean, just in case this whole Terminator 2 phase of my feminist blogging “career” is later described in children’s textbooks as merely “those months Antonova aired out her grievances regarding the writing of Camille Paglia – and posted funny pictures of cats”. Here’s a funny picture of a cat: Anyway, the points is, thisContinue reading “So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap”

Every once in a while, the people you love manifest themselves to you

Maybe it will be a girl who steps into the subway car on Zamoskvoretskaya line – still a good number of stops before you have to change onto the red line at Okhotny Ryad, so you have enough time to study her face. She’ll have Yaroslava’s dark-blonde hair, and her eyebrows will arch at similarContinue reading “Every once in a while, the people you love manifest themselves to you”

“Дочка” (“The Daughter”) being read at Lyubimovka

A photo by the lovely and amazing Anna Orlandina: Vladimir Snegurchenko, Alexey Zhiryakov, Natalya Nozdrina, Diana Rakhimova, and Alyona Ibragimova (seated). Snegurchenko came up from Kharkiv, and directed the two other Ukrainian plays that were part of the same project as mine – “Vasimilyatsiya” and “Simeini Lyudi”. He helped move the evening along. Zhiryakov directedContinue reading ““Дочка” (“The Daughter”) being read at Lyubimovka”

Natalia Antonova was immortalized by Zhenia Vasiliev… and the peasants rejoiced

A memorable night at the 2010 Lyubimovka festival is shown here in a cartoon. I almost wish my real boobs were as awesome as the boobs on my cartoon version. Almost – because I already have an injured back. If you’re going to get all huffy with me and point out that ZOMG! HDU! THISContinue reading “Natalia Antonova was immortalized by Zhenia Vasiliev… and the peasants rejoiced”

An enchanting little portrait of my perfect mate

I read this post by Jill at Feministe, and realized that – holy complacency levels, Batman – I do not have a ready composite of traits I love to whip out at this precise occasion, and haven’t had one for a while. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not in charge of myContinue reading “An enchanting little portrait of my perfect mate”