Sending contraceptives through the mail seems like a remnant of the early 20th century when methods of preventing pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases were largely relegated to legally-murky backchannels. But 86 years after Margaret Sanger’s shipment of diaphragms to a New York City doctor was confiscated, students at Catholic universities are using anonymous texting services and covertly mailed packages to circumvent their schools’ restrictions on sexual health products.
“Seventy-percent of the people who raised me, who loved me, who I trusted, believed that homosexuality was a sin,” says Hannah Gadsby in her new comedy special, “Nanette”—and there’s no punchline to ease that fact. Is this even stand-up? Is it a recorded therapy session? A TED talk? “Nanette”, which was released on Netflix in late June, is billed as a comedy special, but it transcends genre to function as a profoundly destabilizing piece of visual art.
In another life, Curtis Sittenfeld could have been a psychologist. Instead, she became a writer — and thank god she did. Sittenfeld is a keen, careful observer of human behavior and her first collection of short stories, “You Think It, I’ll Say It,” is aptly named. Sittenfeld says exactly what we didn’t even know we were thinking. As usual, she is a haunting master of language, fulfilling her promise to say the things we are thinking, used to think or will one day think. “Oh, our private habits, our private selves,” she writes.
There’s no doubt that Fleetwood thrives after 11 p.m., so much so that going there while it’s still light out feels almost bizarre. Nighttime is when the most eclectic crowds flock to the diner. Ann Arborites who’ve been coming here since before current college freshman were even born cram in beside students ready to debrief about the night’s drama; this is a place where the usual town-gown divide seems to disappear completely.