It seems to me that there must be something in the water in the great state of Ohio. Despite being home to a few major US cities, assorted professional sports teams, a renowned college football program, and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, most people seem to forget about Ohio until some kind of (fictional) catastrophe puts it back on the map.
And boy, is it prone to catastrophe! From murderous teens to an alien invasion, the seventeenth state has seen it all. Upon my (admittedly narrow and short) survey of pop culture, I’ve come to the conclusion that whenever something awful happens, it happens in the Buckeye State. I’m not sure if the Hollywood elite just uses “Ohio” as a placeholder and then continually forgets to replace it with another state, or if there’s something about the state’s mystique that draws creative interest, or if maybe writers just really hate Ohio; regardless, here’s a (by no means definitive) list of fictional Ohio towns and the awful, awful things that have happened therein.Continue reading What’s the deal with Ohio?
This is the second book I’m sending you (and I do hope you opened my first gift already), so I’ll get right to the point.
First of all, happy Valentine’s day.
Secondly, please find enclosed a copy of The Complete Persepolis, written and drawn by Marjane Satrapi. Perhaps you’ve heard of this book. It’s a graphic novel that is often cited on best-of lists and often used in classrooms to teach students about the importance of diversity in literature.Continue reading Donald Trump should read PERSEPOLIS
*People (n, plural): Wealthy, white, heterosexual, cisgender men who will most likely be appointed to positions of power in the U.S. government at some point during the Trump administration
If you consider yourself a liberal in any capacity, you’ve most likely spent the last year and a half watching in horror as America descended into a state of madness. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case. What happened to our country these last eighteen months is that, spurred on by a narcissistic bigot without a compassionate bone in his body, a (frighteningly large) swath of the American public stood up to let the rest of us “liberal elites” know that they felt forgotten, left behind, overlooked, discriminated against.
There is truth to this statement. But there is also…let’s say an “alternative truth.” Are farmers in rural areas struggling? Are blue-collar workers largely overlooked? Are these people—the majority of whom are white—also endowed with white privilege so blind they are literally blinded to the struggles of fellow citizens who are not also white? The answer is yes to all of these questions.
We’ll return to our regularly scheduled books and comics talk shortly. I just had a couple more words to share.
It has been one week. Last Tuesday, I was up until almost four in the morning in a tear-streaked, horror-induced stupor, endlessly refreshing three different news sites in the rapidly fading hope that everything would change like the pundits were saying and we’d all be snatched back from the edge of damnation. As time wore on and that outcome became more and more unlikely, I was angry, and then I was sad. Eventually, luckily, I went numb.
Unedited, rough, and angry. But I had to say something. Welcome back to my blog.
Two days ago, I was in San Antonio, Texas, wrapping up a long weekend with three of my very best friends, two of whom I hadn’t seen since New Year’s of last year. We discussed the election, of course—the insanity that has plagued America for the last year and a half and what we were hoping would happen on Tuesday, November 8. We are four young women ready to see a woman in the White House, ready to close out bigotry and hate. In my Democratic bubble, with only small forays into what I always thought of as the “dark side” of Twitter or Tumblr, I was sure Clinton would win. The closest I thought I would come to a Trump presidency was the uptick in pro-Trump commercials I witnessed whenever I walked past a TV in Texas. Continue reading This man will never be my fucking president.
One of my many New Year’s resolutions in 2016 was to read more classics. Unlike some of the others (go to space, being one of them), I think this one might be attainable!
To kick it off, I dove into Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights. There were two reasons for this. Number one was that the company I work for is publishing a companion novel, of sorts, a really incredible novel called Nelly Dean, which offers the Earnshaws’ long-suffering maid, Nelly, the chance to really gab about the good stuff that was going on out on the moors. You don’t necessarily need to read Wuthering Heights to enjoy Nelly Dean, but this leads me to reason number two… Continue reading #Classics2016: WUTHERING HEIGHTS