summer is so over + how to get free shit
Babes and bots, Welcome to August. Hope you've kept your appetites up because the end of summer is the time to sweat it out. Salt. Tears. Gender binaries. Other people's problems. I was back in the swamp state summer, which is why I didn't write you. My favorite animal this summer was the hand that killed mosquitos. I shamefully donned shorts on a regular basis for a fun little thing called immersion therapy: to resist the bite, I must be the bite. It worked until it didn't. You know how it goes. "trash food" At some point the students I'm teaching this semester are going to have to read an essay called "Trash Food" by a successful writer named Chris Offutt. The essay confronts class, living in a secondhand economy, and the messages people receive as they enjoy less expensive cultural delicacies like catfish and carp. And then what happens when the wealthy, white elite now wants catfish, too. What I loved about this essay were the commentaries o...