Some women dwell in complete darkness, at unfathomable depths. They emerge only at night, rising to the surface to feed.
For years, there have been unconfirmed accounts of women leaping and flying across the seas: “We have discovered that women do not just jump out of the water, but have a highly developed flying posture. This finding means that we should no longer consider women as things that live only in the water.”
Women can tear at flesh and crush bone. Teeth line their tongues. Their spit can be paralyzing. They’ll eat anything.
Most women grab prey with their tentacles. But some women are different: they [...]
"My job, as CEO, is to hire the right people. My job is to know a lot of engineers, editors, venture capitalists, and salespeople—and to bring them together. Knowing the difference between mascara, concealer, and eye-liner is not my job."
-Bryan Goldberg, founder and CEO of the new women's website Bustle
I. THE THINGLINESS OF THE THING
"What, in truth, is a thing insofar as it is a thing? When we ask this question we wish to know the thing-being (the thingliness) of the thing. The point is to learn the thingliness of the thing. To this end we must [...]
The Moscow News explores the lives of the women who devoted those same lives wholeheartedly to the greats of Russian literature:
Sometimes this dependence was even physical. Both Nadezhda Mandelstam and Vera Nabokov could be seen lugging heavy cases, while their husbands strolled around unencumbered.
But some women found this self-immolation too much to bear. Sophia Tolstoy was a spirited painter and writer; her husband took the name of his heroine in "War and Peace" from a youthful novella of hers, "Natasha." But in the midst of her husband's religious conversion, she began to regret her devotion.
"Everyone asks: ‘But why should a worthless woman like you need [...]
Tina Fey and I chose the exact same instant to arrive at the Paley Center for "Hey Dummies: An Evening With the 30 Rock Writers," but she had a much better ride and smoother hair. Lest she make eye contact and catch me in a The-Queen-and-Hilary-Mantel moment of naked, cannibalistic gawpery, I instinctively whipped around and started pretending to text as a small throng of kind, nervous young women in fingerless gloves pressed forward with their smartphones, saying Tina, Tina! as loudly as they dared, which was never as loud as the voice you would ideally use in a business meeting, were you to find yourself in one.