I am a 29-year-old writer living in Detroit, Michigan.
What I'm reading:
"Home" by Marilynne Robinson and "Lie Down in Darkness" by William Styron. Both are incredible novels. Also: current issues of The Sun, One Story, and The Boston Review.
What I'm listening to:
Podcasts of short stories, via the wonderful "Selected Shorts" podcast.
What I'm watching:
I've got a weekly date to go to my friend's house (she has a TV) to watch "Mad Men." And I've been digging episodes of the 1970s-80s journalism drama "Lou Grant" on Hulu.
Perhaps you know about Emily Gould’s cover story, “Exposed,” in the New York Times Magazine last May. Even if you didn’t take in all 8,002 words on the former Gawker editor’s gains and losses from blogging about her personal life, it would be hard to miss the criticism of the piece elsewhere. From the Huffington Post to the Philadelphia Weekly to an untold number of blogs and listservs, the backlash challenged the magazine for peddling narcissistic Dear-Diary diatribes as a worthy journalistic cover story.
It is not my pleasure to remind anyone of the 2001 teen flick Sugar & Spice. Teetering between the black humor of Heathers and the girly glitz of Clueless, it achieves the success of neither, and I bring it up now only because of a single scene.