I watched Tidying Up with Marie Kondo on Netflix for all of three minutes before shutting it off. The self-awareness crept like heat onto my neck — I knew I’d never be that tidy. I’d never be “minimal.”
Hailing from the East Coast and the diner capital of the United States (New Jersey) I was a little caught off guard when I arrived at the University and all of the in-state kids kept talking about “Coney Island.” I imagined the residential Brooklyn neighborhood, which is swarmed by tourists and dotted with crowded beaches, a ferris wheel and greasy boardwalk concessions. It wasn’t too special. Eventually, though, I realized that the Coney Island I was familiar with wasn’t the same Coney Island new friends and classmates spoke of with such affection.
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?