It doesn’t much matter what line of argument you take as a woman. If you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It’s not what you say that prompts it—it’s the fact that you are saying it.
Mary Beard, speaking at the British Museum in February. Rebecca Mead profiles the Cambridge academic and “troll slayer” in this week’s issue. (via newyorker)

"We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors – not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are."

(Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)


An essay from Lena Dunham's forthcoming memoir, Not That Kind Of Girl, was released today in The New Yorker. It’s about growing up with various therapists. 

It opens: 

"I am eight, and I am afraid of everything. The list of things that keep me up at night includes but is not limited to: appendicitis, typhoid, leprosy, unclean meat, foods I haven’t seen emerge from their packaging, foods my mother hasn’t tasted first so that if we die we die together, homeless people, headaches, rape, kidnapping, milk, the subway, sleep."

Read the essay or hear Fresh Air’s most recent interview with Dunham

Photo of Little Lena found on Pinterest 


Advice to young poets from Eloise Klein Healy.

To see more postcards from our 2012 Poets Via Post program, visit

AGNI Online: In Gaza We Are Not Okay by Najlaa Attallah

August 1 marks the twenty-sixth day of the war on Gaza, and it is also my sister’s birthday. We all remember that day easily enough, but we would have rushed to mark it with any occasion rather than her birthday. On this Friday, we set off running in all directions: searching for water, struggling to find enough fuel to run the generator for an hour’s worth of time so that we could run the pump. At this time, in the daylight of August 1, we also managed to watch the television and determined that we were truly in for it, in this city, adrift in a sea that was draining the life out of us.

No electricity, no water, no communications, no life to think about. But is this important? Does it make any difference?”


Secret Garden, The Great Gatsby, Frankenstein, 1984, Lolita, The Princess and the Goblin, Moby Dick ’ Rose Wong

ink and digital

Book Cover designs for my final Senior thesis! 

Super excited to do more illustrated type design stuff~*~*~


Source: rosewong

“My Sister the Abacus” by Rachel Mennies (audio poem) » RHINO

Take a listen: “My Sister the Abacus” from The Glad Hand, first appearing (& now hosted for audio streaming) at the wonderful RHINO

Our educational system is almost designed to foster a fixed mind-set. Think about how a typical English class works: You read a “great work” by a famous author, discussing what the messages are, and how the author uses language, structure, and imagery to convey them. You memorize particularly pithy quotes to be regurgitated on the exam, and perhaps later on second dates. Students are rarely encouraged to peek at early drafts of those works. All they see is the final product, lovingly polished by both writer and editor to a very high shine. When the teacher asks “What is the author saying here?” no one ever suggests that the answer might be “He didn’t quite know” or “That sentence was part of a key scene in an earlier draft, and he forgot to take it out in revision.”

Source: The Atlantic


“My hope was that the reader would be able to become the characters enough to suffer some of the pain, some of the disaster, and therefore realize it.” —John Hersey on Hiroshima


Lafcadio Hearn coined the phrase naked poetry for one of his general lectures at the Imperial University in Tokyo (1896–1903). He said:

I want to make a little discourse about what we might call Naked Poetry … that is, poetry without any dress, without any ornament, the very essence or body of poetry unveiled by artifice of any kind.

—Edward Hirsch on this week’s poetic term: Naked Poetry