This is how I fly. Lubed up and ready to read. #justsayin (at almost a mile high club)
She’s enjoying a solitary drink while reading the issue that contains my essay about drinking alone! Beautiful. (Nice mani, too.)
The public reaction to coming-out stories like Tom Daley’s is one way we signal to bisexual men — small percentage though they may be — whether their identities are acceptable. I don’t think coming-out pronouncements should be followed by a sexual-identity polygraph test administered by the media to figure out whether a person is actually bi or truly gay. I’m for letting people call themselves what they want to call themselves. Sullivan wrote at the time, “Daley will never have a sexual relationship with a woman again, because his assertion that he still fancies girls is a classic bridging mechanism to ease the transition to his real sexual identity.” I don’t doubt that many men have used bisexuality as a bridging technique as they come to fully inhabit their identities as gay men. But I also don’t presume to know what’s in Tom Daley’s head, then or now.
Sorry, friends, this image is now my default reply to 90% of your emails.
"The overall effect is that of the bromantic comedy “Entourage,” another show that made me feel real affection for men who display clueless privilege and casual sexism, only relocated 350 miles north. Something about seeing self-involved actors get their feelings hurt and go out on a limb for their buddies—not to mention the peek into an industry that dramatically shapes our culture—gave “Entourage” an appeal that extended beyond the Hollywood swagger on its surface. The show laid bare the fragile male ego in such a heartfelt way that I could finally relate to a type of guy who’d always made me cringe. Or at least an HBO version of him. The same is true for the bros of “Silicon Valley.”"
Come celebrate the release of “The Essential Ellen Willis” on Friday, May 2nd at Galapagos! There will be free drinks, free love, and free Ellen Willis readings from some of your fave writers. (Oh, and non-free books courtesy of WORD Bookstores!)
I am SO excited to be reading at this release party! And even more excited to get my hands on a copy of the book.
Three years ago today, I moved to Los Angeles. I think it’s bullshit when people say a certain place is “the best city in the world.” There’s only the right place for you at the right time. For me, sunshine and avocados and bougainvillea and jasmine and tacos are right. Renting my little bungalow, in a neighborhood I love with neighbors I know, is right. Affordable produce at year-round farmers markets is right. A non-pretentious, utterly welcoming literary scene is right. Being near deserts and beaches and mountains is right. The thrift stores are right. Keeping houseplants alive for the first time in my life is right. Having lots of creative friends who push me to make better stuff and write better and live better? That is SO right.
Los Angeles does not reveal itself easily to tourists and newcomers, but it is really, really good at the everyday, the longterm. The more I live here, the more I love this city. I’m about to hit the road for a few months—to Portland and Atlanta and New York and London and New York and London—but don’t you worry. I’ll be back.
Ann and I were at the University of Missouri last weekend to talk about Shine Theory. Meeting these baby feminists gives me so much hope for the future.
My favorite part of our talk is when we made a room full of women yell “AMBITION IS NOT A BAD WORD!”
Belated reblog! (I was basically the Lupita of this Ellen-style selfie, aka invisible in the upper-righthand corner.) Ditto to everything Amina says. If you ever have the opportunity to speak to a room full of young women with your best friend by your side, seize it. Highly recommended.