Eating Alone

I’m shy, and while I was mildly concerned about what people might think of me when I began dining alone, I was more concerned about what I might think of me if I didn’t try.

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Stephanie Rosenbloom | Excerpt adapted from Alone Time: Four Seasons, Four Cities, and the Pleasures of Solitude | Viking | June 2018 |14 minutes (3,719 words)

Comptoir Turenne is on the ground floor of a nineteenth-century building with battered shutters in the Haut-Marais, on the less fashionable end of rue de Turenne. On the more fashionable end, Glow on the Go! serves concoctions like the Lolita with organic cherries and “superfoods adaptogens,” Baby Beluga sells bikinis and matching sunglasses for Capri-bound toddlers, and the windows of Delphine Pariente’s jewelry shop (now known as Nouvel Amour) advise: Soyez heureux, be happy.

Comptoir Turenne has no such panache. Its sidewalk views are mainly of a real estate agency and a men’s suit shop. It is not on “must-eat” lists. Visitors are not burdened by the ghosts of Hemingway and Sartre to have an indelible experience. All of  this makes Turenne a…

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The Burden of Happiness

Reblogging this because sometimes you need to acknowledge that you have become a better writer by looking at old posts, and because most of what is written still holds true.

Things that matter [to me]

If I wanted to keep everyone happy, wouldn’t I have to be a large man with a big belly sporting a red suit and white long beard?

Just thinking.

Do you know how many people we meet everyday? I don’t. Although I am sure its a large number. We meet them, talk to them and share our randomest ideas- bonding in the process. That’s nice. No pressure. And then one day you get up to realize that some people are just never going to be happy with you. Whatever you do….whatever you say…..they are simply unimpressed and curse you unrelentingly. What to do in such a situation? Recently I was asked this. I was like hmmmmmm…..

Lets think about it for a second. Lets ponder over what’s really going in here. Mr XYZ is a selfish prick and inconsiderate bastard and somehow he says you are inadequate. Really??? Doesn’t that sound a…

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What does one word matter? Doctoral women on twitter.

via What does one word matter? Doctoral women on twitter.

Why Brands Should Stay out of Body Politics

When you peel back all the layers of infantilization that Dove and its marketing progeny have heaped on us, though, you get something that’s pretty simple: A lot of people are genuinely sick of being pushed to feel bad about themselves all the time, and they probably also don’t want to expend the energy required... Continue Reading →

How To Be a Plain Girl

Longreads

Lolly Bowean | Longreads | May 2018 | 17 minutes (4,414 words)

Prologue

Every black woman has a hair story. This is mine.

Good hair means curls and waves
Bad hair means you look like a slave
— India.Arie, “I Am Not My Hair”

1.

I had never even met John P., but there I was, on a bus in East Knoxville, riding to meet him where he lived in a troubled public housing complex called Lonsdale.

I should have been at school, sitting in homeroom with the rest of the freshmen. But instead, at 13, I had decided to cut class and take a journey across a town I wasn’t even vaguely familiar with, to meet a man I didn’t know.

John P. was my classmate Kayla’s uncle, and in the neighborhood and at our school, he was known to have “gifted hands.”

He didn’t have the proper credentials…

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