Reading list
[Easter is here; I’m getting the hell out of this city in order to love it again. Image [via] lyrics by Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s / ♪ Architecture in Helsinki: Contact High ♪ ]
“This is not a matter of statistics or trends; it’s my life. There is no advertisement for it. Funnily, that’s one of the better selling points imaginable: once you realise you’re not obligated to persuade others about your existence, it becomes a lot easier to exist.” Sloane Crosley.
Molly Crabapple on her ‘Week in Hell’. Wonderful.
Katie Heaney on kindergarten violence. Oooh the blood boils … speaking of which, this older piece by Katie Heaney is priceless: My period takes me shopping.
“It was an intense, formative time for me. I was thinking very hard about everything, including, but not only, feminism. One night I suggested we drive up to the hills overlooking the city. We parked and stood together on the edge of a cliff. I asked him to go down on me while I looked at the view. When he stood up again, I broke up with him.”  Miranda July, and others, share their first times in Rookie.
“I think I may be the voice of my generation. Or at least a voice. Of a generation.” Lena Dunham in ‘Girls’ - I haven’t seen it yet but I’m so excited about the potential of this show.
The Hairpin celebrates National Cleavage Day. And Hadley Freeman nails it so completely on how the Daily Mail has nothing but contempt for women in every way.
Two from Thought Catalog: on Monday hangovers after slob weekends, and on how to become the person you want to be. Any day now.
How proper iced coffee is brewed differently than hot, in New York Magazine. This is hardcore coffee knowledge, which I do appreciate, plus it really makes me want to go to New York.
“It is a universal truth that all artists think they a frauds and charlatans, and live in constant fear of being exposed. We believe by working harder than anyone else we can evaded detection.” A short lesson in perspective, in The San Francisco Egotist [via Jessica Stanley, whose own weekly links round-ups are always a treat.]
“In the airport. Ashen faced, hair like nightmares, they wheeled their luggage to the nearest restaurant, where they ate pizzas together in silence. That was how it ended, this fantasy made flesh. In dough, and cheese, and medicated jet lag. That was it.” OH EVA.

Reading list

[Easter is here; I’m getting the hell out of this city in order to love it again. Image [via] lyrics by Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s / Architecture in Helsinki: Contact High ]

“This is not a matter of statistics or trends; it’s my life. There is no advertisement for it. Funnily, that’s one of the better selling points imaginable: once you realise you’re not obligated to persuade others about your existence, it becomes a lot easier to exist.” Sloane Crosley.

Molly Crabapple on her ‘Week in Hell’. Wonderful.

Katie Heaney on kindergarten violence. Oooh the blood boils … speaking of which, this older piece by Katie Heaney is priceless: My period takes me shopping.

“It was an intense, formative time for me. I was thinking very hard about everything, including, but not only, feminism. One night I suggested we drive up to the hills overlooking the city. We parked and stood together on the edge of a cliff. I asked him to go down on me while I looked at the view. When he stood up again, I broke up with him.”  Miranda July, and others, share their first times in Rookie.

“I think I may be the voice of my generation. Or at least a voice. Of a generation.” Lena Dunham in ‘Girls’ - I haven’t seen it yet but I’m so excited about the potential of this show.

The Hairpin celebrates National Cleavage Day. And Hadley Freeman nails it so completely on how the Daily Mail has nothing but contempt for women in every way.

Two from Thought Catalog: on Monday hangovers after slob weekends, and on how to become the person you want to be. Any day now.

How proper iced coffee is brewed differently than hot, in New York Magazine. This is hardcore coffee knowledge, which I do appreciate, plus it really makes me want to go to New York.

“It is a universal truth that all artists think they a frauds and charlatans, and live in constant fear of being exposed. We believe by working harder than anyone else we can evaded detection.” A short lesson in perspective, in The San Francisco Egotist [via Jessica Stanley, whose own weekly links round-ups are always a treat.]

“In the airport. Ashen faced, hair like nightmares, they wheeled their luggage to the nearest restaurant, where they ate pizzas together in silence. That was how it ended, this fantasy made flesh. In dough, and cheese, and medicated jet lag. That was it.” OH EVA.