In the days before most Western women could control the size of their families, obtain no-fault divorces, or achieve financial freedom, a magnificent breed of novels portrayed the lives of spirited women who beat helplessly against the societal walls that confined them.
What Bradford Cox did is more interesting than eventful — mostly it’s funny, but also a reminder that a majority of social contracts are bullshit, and that we all tend to kind of resent the people who love us.
Here it is: the trade secrets, the panels and moments we kept bringing back up over meals — really, everything that inspired us to discuss hotel arrangements for the 2013 AWP in Boston on our El ride home.
A calendar does more than measure our position in relation to the cosmos — it has to, since the cosmos are awfully remote. Against the backdrop of the hegemony of the Gregorian calendar, there have been multiple passes at calendar reform. I’ve gathered a few here.
For everyone whose pick-up line is invasive (“naked pics,” “Hi! Interested in getting sucked off and making some cash,” “We’re close, wanna fuck?”), there are many polite and lovely people: “Hello. How are you?” or “What a nice smile!”