Choreographed Failure

The video screen shows a nerdy 30-something white man wearing dark pants and loafers, anxiously standing alone on a football field. Suddenly he starts running away, quickly and awkwardly. The viewer soon sees why, for the unathletic loner is being chased by a young male football player in full protective gear. The pursuer easily catches up with his prey and mercilessly sacks him. Continue reading

Oh Shit, Am I a Third Wave Feminist?

In 1968 feminist activists protested against the Miss America Pageant, throwing the accoutrements of oppressive femininity–including false eye lashes, girdles, cosmetics, and maybe even a bra–into trash cans. They refrained from setting fire to them, however, because of the bylaws designed to protect Atlantic City’s wooden boardwalks. Continue reading

Baking as a Political Strategy

I spent all weekend baking and cooking. And I mean ALL weekend; I went organic food shopping on Friday night, and then to the local markets and specialty shops on Saturday. I think I was in the kitchen for about 8 hours on Saturday, watching the fourth season of Dexter–so good despite the family theme–while recreating some of the dishes I had eaten in France: ratatouille, wine-soaked fennel, crespeou, and cassis creme brulee, to name only a few. I loved using that mini-blow torch to melt the vergeoise sugar while shouting ‘fire!,’ ‘fire!’ like Beavis on Beavis and Butthead,  Continue reading

Why I Hate Self-Expression

‘I have something to say, and I’m not leaving until I’ve said it.’ Glower, close-up, cut to commercial. I used to watch afternoon soap operas which featured pouty-lipped female characters making such confrontational announcements. I have long waited for an opportunity to take up this assertive stance, but my personal and professional lives are amazingly free of drama. So I will have to settle for writing it here. After all, this blog is about self-expression, right? Wrong. Continue reading