more bad news: RIP my uncle, John Benton-Harris (update: the Guardian ran an obit)
My year of hell continues…
My year of hell continues…

And why aren’t there more of them? (Rhetorical question; we know why.) Do you know of a historical woman most of us have never heard of whom you’d love to see a movie about?

Are there ways that you consume or play with music, movies, books, games, etc, that give you extra pleasure, and/or that you suspect may not have occurred to other people?
Polley makes no bones about what is at play here, and it’s a microcosm for Hollywood in the main. Brutal, and extraordinary.

Plus a subtle dystopia and a subtle nervous breakdown. (First published April 22nd, 2022, on Substack and Patreon.)

Dismantles myths about motherhood and misconceptions about child-free women with brisk, cheeky humor and intersectionality, and begins to build the cultural scripts we need for paths without kids.

Inspired by China’s new censoring of the ending of Fight Club, in the most bizarre way…
One might wonder why God has seen fit that his most devout followers are often not blessed with an abundance of brains.

My pick: Marshall Curry’s “A Night at the Garden,” presenting footage from a 1939 “pro-America” rally in New York City, a chilling reminder of the unpleasant cycles of American history.

A gripping précis of what Edward Snowden learned at the CIA and NSA, why he went public, and why it matters. Entertaining yet also deeply unsettling.