Life as a Woman

#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 […]

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 […]

Funk Life With Community and Woodpecker

I have traditionally avoided funks by being addicted to productivity. If I am constantly in a flurry of activity, I cannot introspect enough to be depressed. I become anxious if I’m not getting stuff done. (I think, lately, because I’m scared of facing myself.) But this semester, I have intentionally lightened my load. The result? […]

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 […]

An Ode to My (Unintentionally Feminist) Auto Mechanic

There are about 3 things in my life right now that I wish were different. The main one is that I wish I hadn’t landed, as an adult, a mere 100 miles from where I grew up, in the same state. I wanted to be someplace more urban. Or at least some rural scene that […]

Phony, Imposter, Jerk, Poseur, and other nasty names I call myself

The mind is a terrible thing to waste. Is it? I’d like to waste that bitch sometimes. I’d like to extract my mind from myself, the artist’s plague, and shoot her dead. Or strangle her. Or perhaps torture her for a time, like she’s tortured me as long as I can remember; perhaps that would […]

WTH Femme Files: Mothers without men and movies without women

Most of us who are mothers have enjoyed a man, if only for a few minutes. One of the things I do with my current man (he is worth it) is to (very occasionally) watch awful movies. The most recent? PACIFIC RIM. Really, Guillermo? My man said, “Yeah, he did it so he could get […]

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 […]

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