Even if They’re Right

I’m still pissy that they’re blaming one more thing on fat.

Something I Wrote Yesterday, Which I Was Going to Relate Brilliantly to Other Stuff, but Then I Didn’t

I am an addict. I am, in fact, the worst kind of addict, in terms of how attached I am to my drug–at this writing, I haven’t directly harmed anyone else because of my addiction, but if they ban smoking in cars, I’ll be fixin’ to harm every fucking person I see, I can tell [...]

A Beige Butterfly Ponders Procreation

In my first ballet (or, uh, “ballet”) class, when I was three, the teachers once told us that our dancing task for the day was to become butterflies.
“What color butterfly do you want to be?” they asked each of us.
“PINK!” said every other three-year-old there.
“Beige,” said Little Kate.
That’s basically all you need to know about [...]

Lynn Harris, Please Be My Best Friend

When Samsung makes a lady phone that tracks stocks, mixes cocktails, closes the
wage gap, alerts me when it’s time to wax my snowboard and emits an unpleasant
high-pitched sound audible only to neocons, then it’ll get my money.
No shit. I love pink things more than is probably healthy, but God I hate the way marketing infantilizes [...]