my last name means “be quiet” in Hebrew.
If true that I hogged the mic at my friend’s karaoke birthday party, and in fact sang so many songs that I was the last person in the room while a nice man turned on the lights and began clearing our glasses, that would be unacceptable behavior—but I’d need to know who your sources are.
“Swipe left if u can’t handle a guy with opinions” is a fucking gift, straight from the ass’ mouth.
Poor Rand Paul; yet another victim of The Bowling Green Massacre.
DETROIT, MICHIGAN—At this weekend’s Women’s Convention, an event that’s already packed with terrifyingly impressive people, Stephanie Llanes, the Bertha Justice Institute Fellow at the nonprofit legal advocacy organization Center for Constitutional Rights, manages to stand out.
Your last sentence, which made it seem like this public speaking course was pretty useless, actually forms the basis of where I draw my confidence from when I speak in public: I tell myself that everyone is on my side, supporting me, and wants me to do well: the listeners are nothing but friendly faces who are 100%…
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A new documentary about Andrew Wakefield, the former gastroenterologist and floppy-haired mascot of vaccine skepticism, draws its title from a phrase Wakefield used to describe himself. The film does not get much more critical from here.
Thank you, this was a wonderful piece. I live further north in VA and grew up with, and still see fireflies, not as many but they are still there. I did learn something from the piece as well - I didn’t know they ate snails. We have (had) so many snails and slugs that I started putting down a natural slug/snail…
I’m from the “other side of the hill” in NC. Our problem is a little different. My beloved region is being “loved to death”. Traffic is becoming a real issue, parking downtown is nearly impossible, and with creeping realization, we are turning my beloved mountains into places like Boulder, Moab, or Bozeman. “Worker…
I grew up on the outskirts of a rural town, on a street where it’s still pitch black at night, and you can see the stars. I’ve lived in cities the last few years and sometimes I have to take a break because everything is too close together, so I go home and sit in my driveway with a cat and look up.
Phewww this had me in tears! Beautiful piece.
I grew up near Knoxville and the Smokies are so overwhelmingly linked to my identity. We used to drive up and play at the Chimney’s picnic ground in the creek, which at least back then was pretty much locals only. The whole Pigeon Forge strip, which was still a tourist trap but a lot smaller and more exotic 20 years…
Thank you for writing about the Smokies with such respect and love. As a Tennessean it means a lot!
I grew up down a one-lane dead end dirt road, no neighbors in sight. My wife did too (not the same one, thanks). I have two daughters now and I think a lot about the things that got me, as a nerdy little guy, excited in the country. Rain storms that brought frogs by the thousands out onto the road. Lizards and snakes,…
Shout out to all the publicists who send us pitches CLEARLY meant for Jezebel Atlanta!
THANK YOU for voicing what I’ve been thinking for months.
The rest of the elite disaster-response team walks resolutely across the tarmac:
Anyone else read the recent Atlantic article about the impact so far on social media and teens? The gist was that teens today are not involved in a lot of the potentially hazardous behaviours of their predecessors (drinking, smoking, drugs, sex), but on the flip side, they’re increasingly isolated and lonely and less…