Falling out of love is not the doorway to anorexia, and falling into it will not save you. When we belittle and sentimentalize it, as this Thought Catalog piece does, we make it more difficult for people to overcome.
Head honcho Matt Zoller Seitz continues his reign over my brain/heart with some expertly crafted (natch) words of advice for us baby writers.
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.
After a few requests from readers, I have decided to add a DONATE button to the site [see right hand column] in case your heart desires supporting this 100% labor of love in any way other than your eyeballs (which has always been my main goal).
An Albert Camus quote renders my un-inspiration A-okay, and a survey sent from a reader gives me the perfect false sense of productivity. Happy Saturday!
If I’m going to walk around with a vagina, I’m not going to refrain from talking about it, and learning about it! Because learning is fun, guys–and so are weird facts about the human body.
Because my brain power is on reserve for non-blog-related pursuits this week, I will simply defer to these envy-inducing images of Joan Smalls frolicking on a beach and generally living the dream for us all.
In which I remember Quora exists, dive into its question-and-answer depths, and come up with some much needed inspiration.
The sisters Knowles, different as they are, can do no wrong in my book. Loving everything Solange right now–her music perks me up immediately and makes me want to dance with abandon in public places.