GOLD STAR for Reader A
We occasionally get emails from readers about the sexist stuff they’ve encountered in their lives, with questions like “Did I do something wrong here?” or “What the eff is wrong with people?” I just got one last night, and I really wanted to address...
Last week I bitched to the New York Times Public Editor about a Roman Polanski profile that used what I felt was offensive and misleading language to depict both Polanski’s sex crime and his teenage victim.
Today I received an answer. I can’t run it here without permission, which I think...
Dear Mr. Hoyt:
I am writing to express how disgusted I was by Dennis Lim’s February 12 article about Roman Polanski. Certainly, the Times has given plenty of coverage to Polanski’s crime, including a 2009 editorial which read: This case has nothing to do with Mr. Polanski’s work or his...
Yesterday, while on a walking tour of the spice market in Old Delhi, I punched a guy who groped my ass on a crowded sidewalk. I only got him in the arm, but he dropped the package he was carrying and scurried away, which made me feel somewhat better.
Our tour guide, a motherly, middle-aged lady in...
Gentle readers, I know I said I was leaving you for a whole three weeks, but I simply couldn’t head off to India without sharing this story with you. Plus it’s snowing–yes, snowing–here in London and I would rather cozy up to my sister’s laptop than go out again.
Anyhoo…I...
Y’all may remember that back in May I had an Evil Cabbie Experience. At the time I wrote:
He went out of his way to belittle me, and there was a definite air of leering intimidation about it as well, as he was a big dude and I…am not. There was no doubt that gender played a role here. As one...
Dear Patriarchy: I will when you do.
Months ago, I got taken to task by a commenter for cussing in a post. I wrote a response explaining how I felt about “obscene” language–in this case, she objected to my use of the f-word–and why I sometimes use it. That commenter said that...
Ladies, today I got a bit of a shock. Oh, it wasn’t anything truly horrible like the death of a friend or a cancer diagnosis. But still, I was surprised.
Because I got dumped by text message. How fucking high school is that? I’m 34, he’s 33…and yet, dumped by text! It’s...