Punk music let me know it was OK to ride my sisters’ Barbie bike and to play Pretty, Pretty Princess with them and to love “The Powerpuff Girls” and, eventually, to look at a cute boy without a second of shame.
“Fun Home” is a heartbreaking and truthful and beautiful depiction of a unique experience that has the ability to transcend its specific narrative, making it relatable in a way I would never have expected.
There was a moment years ago when I felt attacked, not intentionally, but in the way that an offhand comment by someone at the table next to you at a restaurant might strike you rather peculiarly, as if a nugget of truth you had neglected your whole life took the form of a small bug that creepily
Every time Elizabeth James takes a breath to speak, you can see a story forming in her head. It builds until it’s right behind her teeth, and then she opens her mouth to create a world in the space around you with her words.