Stream of Reading (Prepare to be Forwarded) – An Archive of What I'm Reading
The other night my boyfriend Tor and I had a plan to go to the movies. I was excited to see the movie we were seeing, as was he, and we purchased our tickets online, early in the morning, because Tor told me that the new movie theater in our town, which is tiny, was…
Getty Images. Photo by Drew Angerer In early 2019 the L train in New York City will shut down for 15 months to repair damage caused during Hurricane Sandy. Leading up to the closure, VICE will be providing relevant updates and proposals, as well as profiles of community members and businesses along the affected route…
The Happytime Murders may not be this summer’s funniest movie. It may not be the smartest, or the most imaginative, or even, fundamentally, coherent. But it is most assuredly this summer’s only movie in which the plot hinges on the graphically depicted pubic hair of a nymphomaniac puppet. Life of the Party review – Melissa…
Can Twitter be saved? I’m not talking about last week’s social media stock price plunge. It’s the ritualization of Gamergate-style uproar and dishonest brigading that has me disillusioned with the platform. I know soul-searching about Twitter is a bit of a journalistic trope at this point, since we all seem to be simultaneously enraptured with…
On a Monday morning in November, students at Harvard Business School convened in their classroom to find Gwyneth Paltrow. She was sitting at one of their desks, fitting in not at all, using her phone, as they took their seats along with guests they brought to class that day — wives, mothers, boyfriends. Each seat…
‘What? You just said you have never shopped for a fucking mattress?!’ —Jonathan Van Ness, Queer Eye, Season 1 Such an effort If he only knew of my plan In just seven days I can make you a man —Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show Some things are just too pure for this weird…
You wake up in a puddle of water. It’s 5:00 a.m. Not water. Pee. You realize it’s pee. Your three-year-old has been having trouble sleeping lately and expertly wedged herself between the two of you. You lazily decided to forego the pull-up last night. You both pretend not to see the wet patch. One of you will…
A few months ago, while dining at Veggie Grill (one of the new breed of Chipotle-class fast-casual restaurants), a phrase popped unbidden into my head: premium mediocre. The food, I opined to my wife, was premium mediocre. She instantly got what I meant, though she didn’t quite agree that Veggie Grill qualified. In the weeks that…
Thanks to a childhood spent watching romantic comedies with forceful male leads, I thought love was persistent and never gave up—until my ex stalked me after our breakup. Illustration by Calum Heath Every year, women in the UK are murdered by stalkers and domestic abusers—despite previously reporting them to the police. Unfollow Me is a…
Get Ask Polly delivered weekly. Dear Polly, I’m writing to you from Paris, precisely from my kitchen table, full of empty coffee mugs I haven’t cleaned for like a week, unpacked useless goodies that I received for my job (I’m a lifestyle journalist, or what’s left of her), opened notebooks with unfinished logos for a…