Galatea 2.2 and Eating Too
Computers don't eat and I don't eat. Psych. But I did forget my lunch today so I was forced to survive with nothing but peanut butter...
Modernism's Beginning and Howards End
I've been trying to think about how I would define modernism. There are so many ways to do it, ya know? You have people who do it...
It's hurricane season so let's bunker down
No posts because I have been writing all my theory notes in one blog draft. It's coming eventually, but I took a break with a novel....


Heart of Darkness: The Road Back to Tallahassee
There is another blog post in the works, but it is taking a while. I am compiling different feminist theorists and it is a lot to tackle....


Waiting for Godot: Tugs of all kinds excepting the good ones
"I feel the tug/ of the halter at the nape/ of her neck" Seamus Heaney penned the opening to his poem, "Punishment," in 1975. In the...


Something Fishy: Adrienne Rich, Motherhood, and Me
I am sitting in a coffee shop and it is pouring outside. The rain is actually a nice break from the humidity that has been pressing down...
A Genealogy of Modernism; or How I Stopped Eating and Learned to Love the Text
BE WARNED. THIS POST IS LONG. IT IS DENSE. IT IS EXCESSIVE. I DID NOT EAT DURING THIS ALTHOUGH I WAS VERY CAFFEINATED. FOR DAYS. DAYS....


Adrienne Rich Explains Gilmore Girls While I Eat Raviolis
Tomorrow I am meant to discuss Adrienne Rich's "Compulsive Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence" (1980) with my study partner, Books and...
The Price of Salt: The Bitterness of Motherhood
I am writing this blog post in the library a day after finishing Patricia Highsmith's novel The Price of Salt; or Carol (1952). Of...


Women of the Left Bank and Girl on a Marsh Bank
If these women were writing on the Left Bank of the Seine, it seems only fitting that I read Shari Benstock's text Women of the Left...