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Ancient history
I don’t think I was born in the wrong era or anything, but I do think I tend to glamorize the past. We’re all guilty of that, I guess, but it certainly affects some places and times more than others. I live in DC but am not nostalgic for the 70s; in many ways the city still looks like that. But New York makes you yearn for the chaos you missed.
The article of the week is:
“Why Can’t We Stop Talking About New York in the Late 1970s?” by Edmund White, September 10 2015, New York Times T Magazine
Yes, this is a story about it’s cliche to glamorize this era of New York history, but...I’m going to idealize it anyway. Patti Smith’s new memoir up next.
AND THE RUNNERS-UP:
“Imposter” by Alexander Chee, September 12 2015, Catapult
A short but sweet essay by the always-brilliant Alexander Chee on trying to make it as a writer and living in the same building as Chloe Sevigny in the 90s in New York and how to know if you’ve really “made it” or whatever that really means.
“Stud: How to Have 106 Babies (and Counting)” by Michael Paterniti, October 1 2015, GQ
An ordinary Dutch man fathers children in the natural way with women who seek him out, because donating sperm seemed impersonal and expensive and less effective. He does this for free. He has a waiting list. You’re going to want to read this one.
“Praise Chorus” by Pilot Viruet, September 6 2015, Medium
Reflecting on the angsty pleasures of early Jimmy Eat World.
“I think hiring more female writers is something you have more of a say about,” says Ruggiero-Wright as her role as EP. “You want to hire the best writer for the job. So if the best writer for a particular job is a man, I’m going to want to hire a man. If the best [person for the] job is a woman, I’m going to want hire the woman. And if it’s between the two, honestly, I’m going to pick the woman, and that’s just the truth. That’s how it’s going to be. If they are equal to the job and I have a choice between a man or a woman, right now in this job, I’m going to support the sisterhood.” The rest of the women agreed, adding that they get the opportunity to hire more woman directors and to write better characters than just “sexy secretary” or “hot housewife.” “We get to be part of a group that brings queens and monsters and werewolves,” said Plec.
“No Alcoholics, No Rapists, No Victims: The CW’s Female Showrunners on Sexual Violence and Telling Women’s Stories,” Pilot Viruet
The Revolutionary Non-Compliance of Bitch Planet
Bitch Planet, on the other hand, has a remarkable and almost shocking variety of colors and body types. It’s necessary: as Danielle Henderson notes in her essay in the first issue, “African American women are three times more likely to be incarcerated than white women.” Though originally nervous, DeConnick knew that “pretending otherwise would have been a disservice.” Artist Valentine De Landro has done an extraordinary job depicting these women (and credit must also be given to Cris Peter’s coloring (“In our book, there’s not one black and there’s not one white either”), and artist Robert Wilson IV who stepped in on issue no. 3), effectively telling the world that there is more than one body, more than one ideal.
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For a few years, my brother and I were black twin boys whom people occasionally cooed over in the grocery store. As children, we were adorable; as adults, we are targets.
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