the story of sadness
the story of sadness won’t be told in a rush– it will dawdle, perambulate linger like snow in shade. Continue Reading
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We churn ice cream while the world burns.
While surfers surf and children dip toes in the whitewater in the August ocean, a Nazi sympathizer takes a cue from ISIS and murders a peaceful protester with his vehicle.
The Future Is Female. The Now Is Misogynist.
Earlier this year, at the inception of this online magazine, I wrote about the probable ineffectuality of the Women’s MarchContinue Reading
Dear President Trump
The world isn’t laughing at America. It’s laughing only at you. Pulling the U.S. out of the Paris Accord wasContinue Reading
Does it matter that I’m a mother?
Short version: Yes. Long version: It’s complicated and by no means universal. Let me try to explain. I would neverContinue Reading
Could Ivanka be the next Cheryl Sandberg?
by Meredith Hinshaw-Chaney I’ve been having trouble landing on a topic lately, which has precipitated a slate of reprintings onContinue Reading
Now it’s time to prepare for the Machinocene.
by Huw Price Human-level intelligence is familiar in biological hardware – you’re using it now. Science and technology seem toContinue Reading
Simone de Beauvoir’s political philosophy resonates today.
by Skye C. Cleary Simone de Beauvoir is rightly best known for declaring: ‘One is not born, but rather becomes, woman.’Continue Reading
Help, help, help
by one of our greatest minds, Michael Brogan