Category Archives: Personal Essays

“And she always knows her place”

Once upon a time, I was grocery shopping at one a.m., because I rock like that. And because, well, there were actually a couple of 24-hour grocery shops near to where I live (this is all part of a great cycle of enabling – “why buy orange juice and bread after I’m done with work,Continue reading ““And she always knows her place””

Falling in and out of love while feminist

Jaclyn Friedman talking about fucking while feminist. Jill Filipovic talked about dating while feminist. I’m going to talk about falling in and out love while feminist. Of course, we’re all still talking about the same things, pretty much. I’m going to use the word “love,” and I am going to blame my mother. I draggedContinue reading “Falling in and out of love while feminist”

I cannot get out, said the starling

Am off on one of my bizarre road-trips tomorrow. Already, I am wrung out , and I have at least 5 days of other people’s booze and sight-seeing and work and terror ahead of me. Going to see Krakow for the first time. Well, technically it won’t be the first, but my childhood memories ofContinue reading “I cannot get out, said the starling”

Damn, Africa. What happened?

The title of this post is inspired by Lindsay Lohan’s latest fucking debacle brilliant PR move. One that I can freely laugh at. Crotch-shots of a drunk girl are always creepy, but this bullshit? Girl, you done brought it on yourself. Some time ago, someone I consider a good friend told me that he’s gladContinue reading “Damn, Africa. What happened?”