Isn’t creepiness, among other things, one of the goals of the piece? I mean, the juxtaposition of the very face of evil with a little boy praying is the sort of unsettling incongruity that basically defines creepiness. If “creepy as fuck” isn’t part of your reaction to it then you’re likely missing the point.

I’m getting my PhD in art history and while I’m sure that we could (and should) have a discussion about the artistic merits/demerits of Cattelan’s sculpture, I have to agree that Rachel is well within her purview to call it “creepy as fuck”. As far as I know, she doesn’t claim any status as an art critic, so her…

I do not have an academic background in art, though I do have one in literature and agree that “art” is a term to be reexamined and to which we should apply pressure. And certainly it’s important to engage with challenging, even uncomfortable material. I’m sure there will be conversations about this sculpture, and I…

“Imported from East Germany” is a pretty shitty humble brag.

And sometimes Margaret likes to throw caution to the wind and combine her two hobbies:

My favorite Beverly Cleary anecdote: “On the driveway one night in 1932, 16-year-old Beverly waited for her date, a Reed College freshman, to open her car door and let her out. He refused: “Women can open their own doors these days,” he said. She in turn refused to do it; they sat at an impasse. Then, worried what her…

It’s so weird meeting people you idolized growing up and realizing they’re normal human beings.

***edit: I burnt a hole in a pillow I used to hide the light

I love his obvious joy at spending time with all children. I love his genuine charming enthusiasm for everything. You can see the dorky smart eleven-year-old he must have been inside, still thinking”I can’t believe I get to do this for part of my job!”

I would settle for a regular appearance on Samantha Bee’s Full Frontal.

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