February 2012
4 posts
Cathy by Virginia Woolf
A rain fell over the city, streaking the office window. Cathy looked up from the computer screen with its instructions on how to knit a brown sock. “My God, to be a stereotypical woman makes me feel as though I have no nose!”
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Feed me, Seymour!
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
January 2012
4 posts
Shit Liz Lemon Says.
December 2011
2 posts
Love You Like A Love Song
I love you as I love love songs, baby.
I love you in the way in which love songs love you, baby.
I love you in a manner similar to that described in love songs, baby.
I love you like a love song baby.
November 2011
8 posts
The New Yorker on Whitney and 2 Broke Girls →
#notmyessay
October 2011
3 posts
8 tags
August 2011
5 posts
And the meringue wept.
In suburbia, evaluating the texture of my lemon mousse is a forty-five minute conversation.
#londonriots →
still delicious.
July 2011
9 posts
Too real. Too soon.
An Open Letter to the Man Who Snuck Up Behind Me... →
Yes.
bananafin:
Rejected from McSweeney’s, probably more suited to tumblr anyway.
Dear Man Who Snuck Up Behind Me to Say “Little Girls Got to Be Careful” While I Was Walking to Work This Morning, Let’s break this down. First of all, I am neither particularly little nor a “girl.” I hit puberty about a…
Local Borders
store has the “Vegan Cookbooks” display table next to “Brash Humor.” It’s like they knew I was coming.
June 2011
3 posts
Pardon my salivation. →
The only question I will bother asking of the...
Why does a movie in which Ken Jeong’s character uses the n-word like five million times censor the lyrics of Kanye West’s Monster in the opening credits?
May 2011
16 posts
Reading Irigaray alone on a Friday night
is why you’re reading Irigaray alone on a Friday night.
Two down
I sat a six hour Chaucer exam today, and it wasn’t the apocalypse. It wasn’t so much an epic Buffyesque vanquishment of the apocalypse. It was more like, Marlon Brando started reciting Eliot, and I was like, listen, man, could you not?
I indulged in turning my brain off in a big, wonderful way all afternoon. One exam and one final essay are DONE. Two exams and two weeks await....