virginia woolf

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In Katharine Smyth’s new memoir, Virginia Woolf provides a comfort and a structure for unconventional mourning.
More than 60 signed a letter calling on Trump to follow the example a former attorney general set 41 years ago, when he told a KKK leader to “kiss my ass.”
“Let’s do prank calls.” I was feeling rather bored at a seventh grade sleepover birthday party, and I realized I would have
Eva Green will play Woolf and Gemma Arterton will play Vita Sackville-West in the film adaptation of a torrid love affair between two brilliant women.
With continuously flowing liquor dissipating what few inhibitions Martha and George possess, the gathering peels away secrets
To come out and tell the pharmacist, "No worries, I'm trans," would have instantly changed her view of me in ways I had little to no way of knowing; and while my personal safety wasn't at stake in this exchange, my desire to be seen for who I am was.
The late Vanessa Bell was Virginia Woolf's sister, Roger Fry's muse, Clive Bell's wife, and a highly influential modernist painter.
Ballet BC company members Alexis Fletcher and Christoph Von Riedemann in Solo Echo by Crystal Pite. Photo by Michael Slobodian
In the past, to be called "discriminating" was high praise. We rarely hear the adjective used that way (or used at all) anymore, but the noun and verb are everywhere.
As a culture, we skim over menopause as a subject because it's simply not sexy. Men can still age with rugged grace and women are still condescended to as they go gray. Many aging women are, on some level, embarrassed to not be young anymore.
I remember the faces on the cards looking stately and old. The men had dark or white wigs and wore coats that were red, gold
Contemporary American feminism has primarily come to mean championing women's autonomy and challenging the privileging of male over female. But a feminism that is chiefly about autonomy is bound to liberate one person at the expense of another.
In her fiction, the loss of her mother ripples silently.
{This was originally posted to The Screaming Pope, Francis Levy's blog of rants and reactions to contemporary politics, art