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#YesAllWomen: How The Interwebs Blew My Mind + Cracked Me Open w/ Rage

I’m sure you’ve heard all about Elliot Rodger and his misogynist manifesto followed by an array of violence where seven people + Rodger lost their lives. In case you didn’t, here’s a recap. I’m not glad Rodger is dead. I feel badly for his parents. I think the whole thing is awful and probably, in […]

Follow Me Down the Rabbit Hole

This morning, I got knocked on the chest by equal parts nostalgia, outrage, and WTFship. It was the sort of morning where spending an hour on Facebook made me feel like a more informed citizen and reminded me how big the world is. Sometimes, facebook is good like that. First, let’s talk two icons from […]

Running Makes Me a Better Writer; I Bet It Would Work For You, Too.

I used to feel outright hostile toward fitness/body progress shared on social media.* So I asked myself why. All I could come up with was dumb fear that: a) I will be judged when I backslide, b) I will be judged because I am still chubby, even though I exercise, c)I will become one of […]

Holding the Disk At Bay: The Power of Clear(er) Self-Perception

The current working title of my memoir is I Am Coming In From the Other Side: This is Me Finding My Way. While drafting, which took place over a couple of years, starting in mid 2011, I had to get into sticky, uncomfortable places with myself. I had to think hard and look hard about […]

RAGE AGAINST THE PENIS PUMPS!

Samantha Bee did a spot on The Daily Show about Medicare funding penis pumps. Now, I know the spin is outrageous, and sometimes rhetorical, and meant for entertainment, but usually there’s truth to what they report on The Daily Show. I thought, I can’t believe it. Sometimes dear Sam Bee goes over the top. So […]

Sometimes, Writing Takes Breaks and Makes Zombies

I was going to post something amusing today about literary submission + rejection and how it is similar to the worst parts about applying to college and online dating. Next week, I promise. I’m going to write a lot this semester about imposter syndrome, rejection, and the harsher realities of the writing life so that […]

What’s Next? or Why I’ve Been a Shitty Blogger and How I Plan to Change

You probably remember the days when I blogged five days a week. And I doubt you’ve missed me. But I’ve missed you. See, I’m in this grad program for writing. It’s mostly online. I go two times a year for about a week to get my physical learning on, then the rest of the time […]

Open Letter to He Who Must Have the Last Word (In A Professional Context)

Dear He, Please note the careful choice of pronoun.  I have never met a woman who is so enamored of delivering a bitter pill of haute vulgarisation to a poor, plebeian other. I never met a woman who cradled her mons pubis while delivering her last word.  Who took such small-minded, bureaucratic joy in lording her position, […]

Open Letter to Women Who Do Not Want Children.

Dear Woman, There is nothing wrong with you. You are self-aware and strong and wise. You are making the right choice. You are the only one who should make that choice. Sex is fun. It is all right to still want to have sex, even if you don’t want to have children. This does not […]

Rainy Mornings And The Working Poor

Child goes to a school that is full of poor kids.  Child is a poor kid. I am proud and resourceful, so Child’s experience of being a poor kid is different from some of the poor kids she goes to school with.  We are also not always poor.  We are never rich, but we are […]

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