For the first few years after I was born, my parents drove a ‘78 Monte Carlo, and my earliest childhood memory is of burning my ass on it in the parking lot of what might have been a Shoney’s.
I remember the first time I voted: Jeb was up for re-election as Florida’s gubernatorial candidate and I thought, why not? Actually, I thought nothing at all, I just went into the booth and pulled the lever, or pressed the button, or hung the chad, or did whatever the fuck I thought I was supposed to do to fulfill my…
It’s not a good reason, either!
I will start by explaining: I drank too much last Wednesday.
I’m a city cat.
Rebecca Solnit, the essayist best known for Men Explain Things to Me—a book whose lens on gender and violence expands much further than the brief excerpt on “mansplaining” that it’s become known for—has written a new essay for Harper’s called “The Mother of All Questions,” and it’ll be one of the best things, easily,…
"A guy told me I was beautiful at the grocery store today."
UNC has recently been exposed for its phony independent studies classes, a scam that was cooked up by the university for athletes to earn easy A's. Here is an example of a football player's ridiculous, one-paragraph final paper that got an A-, securing his position on his team.
Lena Dunham's essay "Deliverance" appears in the November issue of The New Yorker and it's a surprisingly delicate and sensitive piece on what it's like to get raised on takeout food as opposed to home cooked meals. (Disclaimer: If you like Lena Dunham then you will probably like this essay; if you don't like Lena…
(This piece originally appeared on Nautilus.) About six years ago, I was putting a new roof on a 200-year-old house on an island in Maine when I got a call from Justin Timberlake’s cousin and assistant, a girl named Melissa. I put down my nail gun, told my boss I was taking five, and answered.
A teacher at Albany High School has been put on leave after igniting a brushfire of outrage in upstate New York with quite possibly the worst persuasive writing assignment ever: she asked students to put themselves into a pair of black leather stormtrooper boots and argue why the Jews are evil as if they were trying…
I was excited to read about how friends and girlfriends see one differently. But what does this have to do, you ask, with one's penis?
Maura Kelly certainly made waves with her writing last week: in all seriousness, we actually think she'll bring an interesting perspective to this course on the personal essay — as well as the dangers inherent in making the personal public.
Enough with the bad divorces, sensational splits and bloody brawls: let's start 2010 with a story in which adults behave with kindness and maturity and think of the kids. For a change:
Zadie Smith established herself as a literary wunderkind when she published White Teeth at the age of 25. Her collection of essays on topics ranging from Zora Neale Hurston to 50 Cent shows she's grown into something more.
"You really have to leave my ex alone," said a college boyfriend bluntly. "She has no interest in being friends with you and she thinks your friendliness is weird. Creepy, even." Oh.
"And I know all I can do right now is hold on tight to the little bit of life that's left, cling to the edge of the skyscraper I'm slipping off of, feel my fingers slowly giving way, knowing I'm going to free-fall to a sorrowful demise." (She's 41.)
When it lets you down, you'll cry if you want to!