Older piece by Pollitt, very good: A long time ago I dated a 28-year-old man who told me the first time we went out that he wanted to have seven children. Subsequently, I was involved for many years with an already middle-aged man who also claimed to be eager for fatherhood. How many children have […]
I Can’t Belive I Forgot to Have Children! Read More »
Nice peice about the plasticisation of Hollywood stars, and it’s ripple-effect. Where are all the real people?
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Today’s song, stuck on repeat: Modest Mouse, The Moon & Antarctica “3rd Planet.” I don’t why this song makes me happy to listen to. But, it does.
I wish more people wrote about this shit this way. More on boys vs. girls, done right.
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Had a dream last night that 1) I was a Supah Ninjah stealing magical artifacts from an archeological dig. Lots of snow caves were involved, and bright spotlights. 2) I was part of said archeological team and having an affair with the lead archeologist, a rather twitchy, dorky guy who finally had to push me
“It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book. The dinner is by now forgotten; Lessing has been long overshadowed by
Regular readers know that I’m a binge eater whose default tendency is to overconsume mass amounts of food when I go through a chemical imbalance, usually because of emotional stress or because I’ve been triggered by eating something that gives me a big glucose spike. I’ve been fighting to stop this, permanently, for the last
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Ginmar’s on her way home from Iraq. Please send her cookies. And hot guys.
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I just forced myself awake from a dead sleep. I had a nightmare that Jenn (my roomie) told me that she was moving in with her her SO when our lease ran out in May. I was flabbergasted, because I’d told her months before that as soon as they started talking about it, I would
In which the protagonist realizes she’s utterly exhausted. She decides to move to France.