February 2012
2 posts
This week I wrote about jewelry: Stella and Dot, which is kind of like a slightly cooler version of being an Avon lady. And Erickson Beamon, who designed Nicki Minaj’s headpiece in the Super Bowl halftime show.
January 2012
8 posts
Things I Ate That I Love: Ladies, Women and Girls →
emilygould:
I found Molly Fischer’s essay about Jezebel, The Hairpin, xojane.com and Rookie interesting, provocative, and deeply frustrating. Her dissection of these blogs’ aesthetics and the rhetorical styles they’ve bred in their commenter-bases is skillful, but what is its point? There are a lot of…
December 2011
6 posts
I’m going to be teaching classes on Zines and Women and Music at the Smith College Summer Program for a few weeks this summer. If you are or know of any teenage girls who might be interested, get in touch.
Of a Kind: The Insider: Marisa Meltzer →
ofakind:
If there’s anyone with more nineties nostalgia than Marisa Meltzer, we’d like to meet her. The author of How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time and Girl Power: The Nineties Revolution in Music, this Cali-bred New Yorker has a deep penchant for (and knowledge of) the lost treasures of the decade past. And, despite a major case of post-India...
November 2011
14 posts
WatchElephants are perfect and have the best eyelashes of any animal.
For this story, I went to church. And was kind of into it?
October 2011
18 posts
Re: The Last Unmarried Person In America
emilybooks:
by Marisa Meltzer
That first line of “The Last Unmarried Person in America”—“The great marriage boom of ’84 began shortly after Congress passed the historic National Family Security Act”—is such good science fiction that it took me several beats to realize it was in fact made up. Then Ellen Willis expands on it, noting that the Act abolishes divorce, prosecutes single people as...
I wrote about cloaks
“In general, avoid any Sherlock Holmesian weaves in the rest of your clothes. Houndstooth and herringbone will make you look like you need a monocle.”
Yes: Fear and Self-Loathing, Pt. II →
zachbaron:
One of the problems I kept running into during the “reporting” of FEAR AND SELF-LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS was that I could never seem to look like anything but a complete weirdo, which made some of the more tense excursions we took out there (specifically, anything that involved hackers, guns, or desert racing) that much more tense. Above is about as close as I came to fitting in. (This...
Please drop everything you’re doing and read the first installment of Zach’s piece “Fear and Self-Loathing in Las Vegas.” There are race cars and strip clubs and imagined apocalypses and nudists and penthouses and abandoned subdivisions. Last night I had a dream about a snake swallowing a kitten and I wonder if it was in anticipation of this?
September 2011
17 posts
“As long as no one calls me ‘monsieur,’ I’m fine,” she says. “Anyway, we naturally refer to an older, unmarried woman as ‘madame.’ And if you you’re married but don’t look your age, you might get called ‘mademoiselle.’ It’s flattering one way and less so the other, but that’s life,” she says.
