Entries Tagged as 'Reading List'

Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl

October 5, 2014

Not That Kind of Girl

“There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told, especially if that person is a woman. As hard as we have worked and as far as we have come, there are still so many forces conspiring to tell women that our concerns are petty, our opinions aren’t needed, that we lack the gravitas necessary for our stories to matter. That personal writing by women is no more than an exercise in vanity and that we should appreciate this new world for women, sit down, and shut up.”

— Lena Dunham in Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s “Learned”…which—contrary to the expectation of New York Magazine—I started reading this weekend and happen to really, really like so far.

Gone Girl (the book)

October 3, 2014

So I finally read Gone Girl, just two years after everyone else did! It took me a few chapters to get into the book; initially, I just wasn’t crazy about the prose. I suppose it grew on me, or I was able to look past it. And then suddenly I was at that point where I couldn’t put it down. Because that shit. Was. Cray.

More thoughts (and spoilers) below…

gone girl

Here is my initial reaction, after finishing the book last night:

  • I read a bunch of commentary on the book last night and the overall takeaway seemed to be “Ugh, Nick was bad but Amy was worse.” I…never felt that way reading this. I hated him. Even once I knew he was being set up, I was just like, Meh. I have no problem with this. Don’t cheat on your wife, asshole. Maybe I need to read it again to see if I can muster some sympathy for him, because clearly plenty of other people did. It’s not that I was necessarily rooting for her, but I was rooting for her more than I was rooting for him.
  • In terms of the storytelling, I liked the two unreliable narrators and the way the narration kept changing certainly built up the intrigue.
  • While I knew there had to be some twist (we can’t just be building up to a big reveal that HER HUSBAND IS THE MURDERER! when it was being made so obvious, right?), it wasn’t what I expected. (When the twist was revealed, I basically screeched, “This is some Agatha Christie And Then There Were None level shit!!!!”)
  • I was not a fan of Go’s character. Not at all.
  • I love, love, love the digs at Nancy Grace and the way the plot utilized the missing white woman trope. And how we never consider that the sort of missing white woman who makes the national news could be anything but innocent. Could Amy have pulled this off if she weren’t rich, beautiful, and white? Doubtful.
  • The ‘Cool Girl’ monologue was wonderful. However, I didn’t initially read Diary Amy as a Cool Girl. There is one scene, when she’s out with her friends and their husbands, when she does the Cool Girl thing, but that was the only time I really picked up on it. I read her more as just…kinda pathetic. Which I guess was her intention? Again, might be worth another read.
  • I thought the book really went downhill after the twist. I didn’t like the parts with Ozarks Amy much, because her plan just sort of came apart after all that scheming, which just surprised me. 
  • Amy’s plan actually wasn’t too incredulous for me…but the way she wrapped things up, by killing off Desi, was. It actually took me a second to realize he was dead after she returned; I assumed she just was going to pit her word against his, and that she’d found a foolproof way to set him up too.
  • Related: Why does Desi’s mom always smell like vadge? Gross.
  • Thanks to my having seen the movie trailer earlier this week, I couldn’t get Ben Affleck’s or Neil Patrick Harris’ faces out of my head while reading the book. But I actually pictured Sarah Paulson as Amy the whole time because she basically played that character in an episode of “Law & Order: SVU” a few years back. (Season 11. “Shadow.” Watch it, it’s a good one!)
  • Like most people, I didn’t love the ending. I didn’t hate it, I just expected there to be another big reveal or shocking twist. It was unexpected but not in a good way. On the other hand, I didn’t have the RAGE reaction like a lot of people did. 
  • This book was DARK. Damn.

I wasn’t specifically reading the book so I could see the movie this weekend (I go to the movies, like…maybe twice a year); I really just read it so I could join the conversation that will inevitably surround the movie without worrying about spoilers. But now that I’ve read it, I do kinda want to go see the movie this weekend! Seems like it’ll be a real lighthearted romp, no?

Guernica Magazine: “It Will Look Like a Sunset”

September 10, 2014

This is one of the best—and saddest—pieces of writing I’ve read in a long time. Trigger warning for domestic violence, and cry warning for all humans.

“Two years after we moved, I started graduate school and finally made some friends, but it was hard to spend time with them. I had to lie: I shut my arm in the door. I tripped on a rug and hit my face on the table. I don’t know where that bruise came from. I think I did it in my sleep. I think I’m anemic. I just bruise so easily.

Once, Caleb said to me, ‘You probably wish that someone would figure out where those bruises are coming from. You probably wish someone knew, so that things could change.’ He said it with such sadness.”

Read “It Will Look Like a Sunset” on Guernica.

Reading list: On Ray Rice

September 8, 2014

Today in dude-fuck-all-y’all news, TMZ released new video of football player Ray Rice punching his now-wife in the head in an elevator (for which the NFL gave him a whopping two-game suspension). Here are a few of the articles about the video’s release that I’ve been reading/discussing today…

The Revictimizing of Janay Rice by Dave Zirin

Ray Rice’s elevator video and the denial of black women’s humanity by Luvvie

If You Care About Women and Still Support the NFL, You Are a Hypocrite by Erin Gloria Ryan

It’s good reading about a really shitty situation.

On the table: Seriously Delish

September 6, 2014

book signing blog

I first became imaginary friends with Jessica from How Sweet It Is wayyyy back in the day. Like, Shedding It back in the day. I remember going to her blog and then going some more…and then suddenly she had AMAZING professional-looking photos and all these readers and then I was seeing her stuff on Huffington Post? Every time I’d see her photos in the wild somewhere, I was like, “Santa! I KNOW HIM!!!”

(Yes, I am being a hipster right now. I was into her blog before she was cool!)

Anyway, Jessica’s first book, Seriously Delish: 150 Recipes for People Who Totally Love Food, came out this week! Her book tour brought her to Houston and we met up on Wednesday evening for the first time IRL to talk over the important things in life while enjoying ($3!) cheese fries at Grub Burger.

Side note: When I was waiting in line at the book signing on Thursday, I started chatting with some of the other gals in line and one thing led to another in the conversation, and I ended up mentioning that Jess and I had met up the night before. (Yeah, I was trying to keep the fact that I hang out with bloglebrities on the DL. Didn’t want to make a big deal of it, you know.) And the two ladies I was talking to were like “Oh! You’re the cheese fries girl!” So that is my new claim to fame: I got to eat cheese fries with someone who is famous on Instagram.

Anyway, our cheese fries friend date was really fun! If you read Jessica’s blog, you’re probably aware that she comes across as, like, the BFF who you totally want to talk about shoes, makeup, and Baby-Sitters club books over cocktails with. Well, that’s because that’s exactly who she is. (Though we didn’t actually talk over cocktails because she’s with child. Calm down, Internet.) I have always been so impressed with how hard she works and talking to her in person just reinforced that. Like, I think I work pretty hard and then I read about her process for writing her book and I’m like, um…never mind what I said about me working hard (before slowly moonwalking away). And I don’t mean that in a bad or insecure way at all; I mean it more in the way of Ann Friedman’s Shine Theory. Because I left our hangout feeling so, just…happy! It’s easy to say “I’m so happy for you” when something good happens to your friend, but I love those moments when you realize you’re truly happy for someone. (Like…so happy for someone you have to sit down and write 750 words about how happy you are. Ahem.)

Seriously Delish

I started reading Seriously Delish yesterday. Because, turns out, it’s a cookbook you can actually read! The book’s intro is several pages long, and, like her blog, each recipe has a semi-lengthy intro. For example, on the recipe for s’mores stuffed strawberries…
 

“If you haven’t had your head stuck in a hole since 2010, you may have heard of this little thing called Pinterest. I know. How pinteresting. The thing is that after a hot five minutes, Pinterest started stressing me out. I wanted to do, eat, see, and live All The Things. After browsing for a recipe, I’d lose two hours of my evening and not only that: I’d immediately need to paint my nails mint and white chevron, spend a good 35 minutes searching online for an ombre skirt I fell in love with only to discover it was from four years ago, be instantly ticked off that my summer vacation would not include a large house with a swing that swing me into shark-free blue ocean, and need to plan the perfect first birthday party for a child I didn’t even conceive yet. Really. It’s all just a bit much.”

You can skip all this, of course, and go straight to the drink recipes. I’ll admit that that’s what I did while standing in line at Blue Willow Books, but now I’m actually reading the whole thing. The recipes look great, and so far I’m most excited to try the roasted broccoli-Swiss soup, BBQ chicken chili, everything baked tortilla chips, hard-boiled egg and hummus chive toasts, raspberry rose sparklers, and the aforementioned s’mores stuffed strawberries.

On that note, I’m now going to stop gushing about Jess and her book and get back to reading it!

Writer, feminist, funny, pissed off, focused.

September 6, 2014

Those are the five words I’d use to describe myself, in response to this post.

Related: Labels I’ve Worn and Owned. (Also: I have since seen “Hot Coffee” and, yeah…I’m totally on the side of the burn victim now.)

Barbie’s new Instagram account is amazing

August 28, 2014

When my friend Dallas informed me of this last night, my first reaction was, “Great, another rich white girl with tons of clothes to follow on Instagram.” But I gotta say: Barbie’s Insta game is on point

Well-played, Mattel. Well-played.

Should you catcall that woman?

August 27, 2014

At its best, catcalling is really annoying. At its worst, it’s scary. And it’s pretty much always bullshit. So I really appreciated this flowchart from Playboy.

And if you’d like to further mock the creeps who enjoy harassing women on the street, this video from BuzzFeed is on point.

“Deep down I know you’re NEVER jumping in this Ford Escape, girl!” 

Thinking about 30

August 16, 2014

Since I just turned 29, I really appreciated reading Ann Freidman’s article The Power of 29: An Ode to Being Almost 30 this week. She writes:

“But even for women who realize they still have a lot of things to figure out, around age 30 a sense of acceptance begins to settle in. It’s when many of us experience our first big career payoffs, and allow ourselves to exhale a little because for once it doesn’t feel like we’re building our lives from scratch. On the cusp of 30—in stark contrast with prior milestones like college graduation—you’re set up to finally start living your best life, or at least a realistic approximation of it. You realize you’ll never be a wunderkind, and you’re okay with that. In general, you give way fewer fucks.”

This has been so true for me since the beginning of 2014, and it’s been wonderful. I absolutely feel my age* right now, and don’t mind that at all. I give less and less fucks, and feel more and more like myself. And I just feel…good. Content. Happy. Secure. I also find myself sort of surprised and delighted every time I have a moment when I become aware that I’m living my “best life, or at least a realistic approximation of it.” I find that those moments happen more and more lately, and they’re still so exciting to me.

In a related story, I came across an old article on McSweeney’s this morning: What to Expecct: The Third Decade

“By thirty-years-old, your adult will probably be able to…

Feed and maintain a pet

Hold down a job

Maintain eye contact while speaking

Refrain from discussing high school

Cook a meal (three-course)

Make small talk

Forgive his family

Acknowledge other viewpoints (social)

Detect and respond to ambiguity

Finish school”

Great news: I can do all of those things! I’m feeling pretty good about this whole aging thing. 

*This actually is only partially true. When asked how old I am, I do have to think about it, because off the top of my head I don’t remember if I am 28 or 29. This has been the case all year. 

All ova it

August 4, 2014

All ova it

One of the things I’ve noticed about the past year is that my friends and I all know when we’re ovulating and will casually mention it during conversations. As in: “Ugh, I’m ovulating right now and my ovary hurts” or “I noticed I fight more with him when I’m ovulating…” Is this what happens when you turn 28?

I thought of this this week when I saw the article 22 Thoughts You Have When You’re Ovulating…and subsequently sent it to all my friends. No one responded with, “Um, why do you know when you’re ovulating?!” They all thought it was spot-on. 

It’s particularly interesting to me because none of us knows we’re ovulating because we’re trying to get pregnant; it just seems to be a side effect of getting older and knowing your body better. I actually do track everything using an app (Period Tracker Lite which is…not elegant or cute at all) because I hate going to the doctor and not immediately knowing when the start date of my last period was (a question that just seems designed to confuse). But even without the app, I always know.

It’s small things like this—along with walking into Express and immediately walking out, and 90 percent of popular music—that make me feel much closer to 30 than to 20. 

In related news, here’s more reproductive reading that my friends and I have been discussing lately…

Can Parenthood and Pessimism Live Side by Side? My friend Ashley sent this to me on Sunday after we discussed this Washington Post article and talked baby ambivalence on Saturday. The NYT piece reminded me of the wonderful Why Would I Ever Want to Bring a Child Into This Fucked Up World? by Erin Gloria Ryan. “I don’t want to give birth to a child in a coastal city that will be under water in 100 years, to one where boys who grow up wanting to serve their country end up dying to protect Dick Cheney’s stock portfolio.” 

The Ordeal of the Bitter Waters. I read this six-part series a few weeks ago, and it’s really good. It’s how one Christian woman formed her opinion on the pro-choice/anti-abortion debate, and it’s fantastic. I’m so impressed by the amount of research she did.  It doesn’t take long to read all six parts, and it’s a must-read for anyone who grapples with the morality of abortion, particularly from a biblical perspective. 

The Abortion Ministry of Dr. Willie Parker. John H. Richardson’s in-depth profile in Esquire is a long read but it is a great one. It’s so moving and so well-written; Dr. Parker is just so incredibly brave. One of my favorite lines from the piece brought up the other doctors who won’t perform abortions thanks to the pressure from anti-abortion protestors. “And other doctors will say, Bless you, you’re so brave, but they turn women away and often don’t even refer them to someone who will help them. And some will say smugly, We don’t do that here, failing to recognize that what he does allows them to make that smug declaration, allows them to present themselves as noble caregivers while they send their most desperate patients out to fend for themselves.” That line made me really want to find a new doctor who believes in his patients’ rights to reproductive freedom. Grab your coffee, get comfortable, and read the whole piece. 

 

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