” Renata Adler, Speedboat (via adult-mag)
My own mind is a tenement. Some elevators work. There are orange peels and muggings in the halls. Squatters and double locks on some floors, a few flowered window boxes, half-dressed bachelors cooling on the outside fire steps; plaster falls. Sometimes it seems that this may be a nervous breakdown - sleeping all day, tears, insomnia at midnight, and again at four a.m. Then it occurs to me that a lot of people have it. Or, of course, worse. There was the time I had blue triangles on the edges of my feet. Triangles, darker every day, isosceles. I thought, leukemia. I waited a few days and watched it. It turned out that whenever I walked barefoot, put out the garbage on the landing, I held the apartment door open, bending over from the rear. The door would cross a bit over the tops of my feet That was all - triangle bruises. I took a little celebratory nap.
I did cry after reading [that] article about me in Politico. I don’t regret admitting I did. The reason I wanted to do this interview is that I think it is important to try to speak very candidly to young women. The most important advice I would still give — and it may seem crazy because I did lose this job I really loved — you have to be an authentic person. I did cry. That is my authentic first reaction. I don’t regret sharing that.
Really into the feminism of admitting/celebrating that powerful women are humans.
” EmilyGould on Elisa Albert is the greatest blurb of all time (via rachelfershleiser)
This book takes your essay about “likable female characters,” writes FUCK YOU on it in menstrual blood, then sets it on fire