I bought Anchor Point by Alice Robinson at Readings bookstore on Lygon St. as a random selection for my introduction to Australian literature. Taking place in the farmlands around Victoria, this novel delivered in terms of its Australian-ness. Continue reading “Growing into pain, not out of it: Anchor Point by Alice Robinson Review”
A lot of dystopian fiction was written in 1932, for obvious reasons. I decided to read Brave New World now because, honestly, right now feel a little like 1932 sometimes. Continue reading “Brave not-so New World”
Seminal moments of my year as told by my favorite art exhibits.
I don’t know why but I’ve been thinking a lot recently about those lip gloss tubes they used to sell at Victoria’s Secret. Maybe they still sell them, but people don’t seem to buy them anymore. No one really wears lip gloss anymore. It’s all about matte lipstick.
Hey all! So in the wake of the impending doom ushered in by Trump being elected, I’ve been so so lucky to find solace, support, and hope in the creative people in my life.
I am white. I am a woman, but I grew up in a liberal and affluent suburb. I am pursuing a higher education. I hold liberal ideals and I try to educate myself on social issues that my experience does not allow me to understand.
In the immortal words of Moira Pfefferman, “I am a Jewish woman and Jewish women do whatever the fuck they want.”
So, here goes.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child was released in readable format last weekend. I, personally, have not read it yet, but I did read this plot synopsis from The Daily Beast that I hope, pray, is inaccurate.
There’s been a lot of unnecessary backlash against the new Ghostbusters movie. This isn’t news. But still, some level-headed, mutual-friended people don’t seem to understand why some of us take this backlash so seriously. Or why it’s hard to believe that it isn’t at least a little sexist. So I will explain. Continue reading “Why Ghostbusters Deserves Hype Not Hate”