I'm not taking no fuckin' responsibility for cats I don't know, man.
I'm so excited for Boy, Snow, Bird (I'm first on my library's waitlist! I think.), and I hope that once I read it I will manage to keep the words in the title in the right order in my mind.
On Meet the Ostracized, Pad-Wearing, Goat's-Blood-Collecting Reproductive Health Hero of Southern India
@avidbiologist I was thrilled to read [spoiler] that his wife came back and now works with him.
I've recently been watching Deadwood, and this list just makes me think that show was way ahead of its time.
Also, I have always longed to be a woman with a scratchy voice. Sometimes I meet women with scratchy voices and I think how much more I deserve the scratchy voice than they do. Even though I know that is absurd. Where is a sea witch when you need her.
I guess in the sea.
On On Lupita Nyong'o: "Blackness, in a context of white American oppression, is a role. It is not intrinsic to her identity"
I want to love this piece, but I can't quite manage it.
Man, I totally forgot Glenda Jackson had two Oscars. You go, Glenda Jackson!
Oh I never knew I wanted Gregoire Colin to read me Proust, and I think I was happier in my ignorance.
Gonna go cry for the rest of my life.
Also, I really hope Elif Batuman writes something [longer than a series of tweets] about the Opening Ceremonies.
That was so bizarre.
There's something weird about this article, right?
Not in a Lynchian way.
I did like the continued notes that tragedy leads to hyperbole.
On "Where I live in East Baltimore, everything looks like 'The Wire' and nobody cares what a selfie is"
I'm waiting for the academic blogs I read to pick this up. In the meantime, The Adjunct Project.