On reading in the 21st century: “God help me if I have to wade through another gratuitous description of the hysterical wife of a put-upon man chafing at the bonds of corporate servitude and his milquetoast children. Give me Eileen and her constipation any day.”
When I think about unpacking writing to its constituent biological processes, or to the rules of grammar and tone that comprise it, I feel nauseous like I do when I think about what’s outside of the universe, or God, or my most profoundly embarrassing moments.
This is part 3 of an ongoing series about the Internet. Previously, I explored the positive role that social media can play in modern life and bemoaned how e-commerce has bastardized the art of writing. I don't have future posts planned for this series, but stay tuned several years from now for my Silicon Valley… Continue reading i contain multitudes of data
If I die this summer, it will be on a staircase.* So recently, my life became a giant sausagefest. For the past nine years, I’ve been surrounded by women, effeminate men, and people who don’t subscribe to the gender binary. This is a direct consequence of attending performing arts high school followed by Vassar followed… Continue reading dudes in a hurry (silicon valley culture clash #1)
…or how a simple girl from suburban Las Vegas became a championship stalker The other day, I was reading my Twitter feed on my iPhone and discovered that it was National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day. Naturally, my first thought was of my friend Julianna, who is a cookie enthusiast (this is an understatement). (Side note:… Continue reading why I love technology…