“Boys are Presidents. Girls are First Ladies,” explains I’m Glad I’m a Boy! I’m Glad I’m a Girl!, a children’s book published amidst the cultural revolution that was second wave feminism. The book, written and illustrated by Whitney Darrow, Jr., appears of course to preach archaic rules of male and female occupation and behavior: in the home, the man creates and the woman nurtures, and at work, the woman serves ... Read More
From Scary Movie onwards, Anna Faris has brilliantly subverted female lead movie tropes. In the 2011 The New Yorker piece “Funny Like A Guy,” she express her desire to verge from the Type A, likable and romantic roles offered to so many Hollywood starlets. She craves grit and authenticity: “I’d like to explore Type D, the sloppy ones,” she said.
So it makes sense that Faris’s relationship with Barbie, an ... Read More
BY Eloise Giegerich in Boob Tube on Oct 29, 2013 |
In a new essay for an upcoming issue of The New Yorker, funny lady Lena Dunham writes about her childhood fondness for ordering takeout, as well as the recent loss of a family friend. While the topics of death and delivery don’t explicitly overlap in the article, both provoke different feelings of nostalgia in Dunham, whose essay, though tinged with familiar humor, is generally quite sensitive.
Recounting the joy accompanied with the arrival of the takeout, ... Read More
BY Eloise Giegerich in General on Oct 21, 2013 |
The always incredible David Sedaris recently wrote an essay for The New Yorker that recalls a family trip to the beach following the suicide of his sister, Tiffany. Though the piece reflects on loss, and its subsequent effect on the Sedaris family, it is also filled with childhood nostalgia, and, ultimately, a sense of hopefulness.
Sedaris's signature humor is omnipresent as he recollects the oft-laughable, but sometimes somber family dynamics both prior to ... Read More
BY Eloise Giegerich in General on Oct 07, 2013 |
Amy Poehler, the world’s most fabulously awesome human being x1000, wrote a wonderfully thoughtful piece for The New Yorker about her experience as a 17-year old working at an ice cream parlor. The essay, which takes place in 1989—the summer before Poehler’s first year at Boston College—details the tribulations of working in the restaurant business, and explores a familiar topic: adolescent unease about the future.
Recalling her ... Read More