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To the literary reading organizer who was upset because I “ruined the gender balance of the evening” after having to drop out of the lineup*. Yes. You are correct. You do have a gender problem. **Taking the number of women down from 2 to 1.
Let’s talk about Cary Grant. Actually, first go read Anne Helen Peterson’s take because she’s amazing, and you get to read about Grant’s LSD use, and that his last wife was Dyan Cannon! (Dyan Cannon starred in Bob Ted Carol and Alice (1969) and in Ally McBeal, and she had a cameo in She’s Having a Baby, which I can’t believe
Plaid on Plaid has been dormant for a tad too long, and is demanding an overhaul. While that happens, listen to me on the radio! I’m so very happy to be talking about books for KPFK’s (90.7 if you’re in LA) Feminist Magazine. Here was our holiday book special. Even though I had a rough
I was washing my bras today, pleased with the task, pleased with the smell of the soap, pleased with my ability to care for expensive lingerie that was sensible yet pretty, and I found myself fully suckered by the myth of the grown-ass woman. At 31, on paper, I am a grown-ass woman. Two lobes
It’s Agatha Christie surfing, y’all. I’ve been reading Christie’s autobiography, along with her unauthorized biographies. Now have a complete theory about her that she doesn’t deserve, but that is the joy of biographies: pop-analysis of the no-longer living. How terrible is it to smoosh up a complicated human being into a quick idea about
So, Girls. Maybe it is not the mess that I feared it was. Maybe it has been a true slowbuild, making us as irate with the characters as we should have been. Last time I wrote about the show, I worried about whether it was something blind, or something officially on purpose. Last night’s episode
First read this. Because it is why I am writing a love letter today. Dear Lindy, You are on my list of admirables. Thank you for not being afraid to offend. I get so stymied anytime I try to write about privilege, fearing that my own privilege will fuck it all up and make everything
So the Goz has become a beacon for lady fantasy. His “Hey girl,” quotes have ranged from feminism, to buying seed catalogues, to now, homebirth. Every time I click on these tumblrs, I assume the joke has been played out. And then, it hasn’t, and it is perfect in its own particular Goz reality.
General Sundancery: I am a magnet for 18-year-old girls talking about their condo or how they met Jeff Goldblum once. They tend to do this while the movie is playing. This turns me into the master-crone. I bitch them out with the same rage that used to embarrass me when my mom went off on
This is my first time at Sundance. I was expecting to see a sea of black parkas with fur trim, and lots of assistants running around looking stressed. Instead, I haven’t seen much of anything yet. I missed my first movie this morning because the bus I was on spit me out promising me another