Pursell’s prose writing is extremely visceral and poetic — it builds worlds around you as you read. As a young person, she won awards for her poetry and in her adult writing career, she’s honed her poetic expertise in her prose.
When I had the opportunity to see “Wicked” on Broadway again this summer, I didn’t expect the piece to strike me differently than my previous viewings. My preconceived thought: Once you learn all the lyrics, have a vague awareness of the blocking and have each costume memorized there’s no room for surprise, right? Wrong. “Wicked” is more than a tourist attraction and an entertaining spectacle –– it is a call to action.
When I was 16 years old, I read an article about Modern Family star Ariel Winter’s breast reduction surgery, which took her from a size 32F to a 34D. “It’s amazing to finally feel right,” she said in an interview with Glamour. “This is how I was supposed to be.” Two years later, I sat on my boyfriend’s bed, my arms defensively crossed over my own 30F chest, realizing that I didn’t feel right at all.
Recently in Birmingham, Alabama, as the byproduct of a near-total abortion ban, Planned Parenthood announced they will build new women’s facilities. The aforementioned ban is the most restrictive legislature surrounding abortion in the country and threatens a woman’s constitutional right to free choices regarding her body under Roe v. Wade.
The temperature in suburban, seaside New Jersey has climbed to exactly rosé degrees Fahrenheit, which is just a few degrees warmer than springtime Chardonnay and a full 360 from musing autumn Cabernet. Summertime near the shore means one thing: Everyone is grabbing for a glass of that chilled, light, millennial pink wine and toasting “cheers” as early as 11 a.m. on a Friday. But what is it, really, about the wine that’s so attractive when mid-June hits and you’re near the ocean?
The facts are simple: Pinterest and millennials love charcuterie boards. Why? Perhaps it’s the indulgent amount of dairy, her oh-so-Instagram-worthy nature, her timeless place on the Italian table or the practically perfect romance the charcuterie board shares with wine.
Summertime, or springtime if you’re in New York, is two parts sweaty subway fumes and one part after-work cocktails. On every street corner, in every inch of the city, five o’clock hits and the bar scene crawls with young professionals, having switched out of their work shoes, in pursuit of the best happy hour around.