ok, ya’ll, let’s do this. and to do this we (obviously) need my emotionally incontinent face twin, ms britney.
a lot has happened since we last spoke.
for example, the new york times published this piece on harvey weinstein.
the new yorker published this substantially less well written piece on harvey weinstein.
the new yorker published a follow-up story on harvey weinstein.
the new york times published a follow-up story on harvey weinstein.
many, many women posted on social media about their own experiences of sexual assault and sexual harassment.
there was some exceedingly valuable writing on the matter from all over the internet which i will not even attempt to condense here.
buzzfeed published this piece on kevin spacey.
assorted other venues posted articles on kevin spacey.
to say nothing of brett ratner, mark halperin, leon weiseltier, george hw bush, ben affleck, dustin hoffman, etc.
so, like an amazingly enormous amount of stuff happened. but we’re not here to talk about that. Continue reading
well, well. so it’s one of those mornings where i went to bed thinking i’d write about one thing and woke up to discover i needed to write about something else.
because last night this struck me as nothing, beyond its imminent usefulness to me.
in still relevant things written in 2011 for a website that is now defunct…
Few stories capture the glory and darkness of the “American Dream” so eloquently as that of Elvis Aron Presley. Continue reading
i work in a bookshop.
in many ways, it is deeply lovely. but the level of sexism one encounters working in a bookshop is STAGGERING, fyi.
saturday morning: writing about tonya harding, 1994 and the olympic games.
to the kid in a nearby flat who does piano practice for 15 mins every saturday morning and has been working on the jurassic park theme for months now: BLESS YOU. it’s getting better.