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Welcome to Apartment 212: A Political Salon

Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas legendary flat at 27 Rue de Fleurus, where they held their influential salon.

Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas at 27 Rue de Fleurus, the flat where they held their salon.

To be honest, I’ve cried a lot the last year. I read the news — I see the photos, view the video footage — and I cry for all the people who have been oppressed or murdered or marginalized with little to no options at achieving or sustaining freedom.

But like many others who’ve shed the same tears, I’ve hit a wall. I refuse to let tears be the beginning and end of that which exists. This abhorrent behavior against humanity — police brutality, the laughing stock that is American political candidacy, the continued oppression of women and minorities, the corruption of government and big business — is unacceptable, and we cannot let the immoral continue to take ownership of others and their plight.

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Death to the Dark Age: I Turned 32 Today

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I turned 32 today. Let me rephrase: I TURNED 32 TODAY. Which is to say, it was kind of a big deal, in at least in that way the self realizes that it’s actually NOT a big deal at all, which is to say, I’m not innately unique for getting old, and, in particular, there is nothing special about 32 — which is exactly why turning 32 was such a big deal.

It’s not about the age, per say. The crux lies in the age coinciding with my history: it’s about having just completed my first year in NYC; it’s about where I was the year before that when I existed hopelessly in Las Vegas; it’s that when I left ATL, the last place I called home, I was 29 and seemingly on the brink of greatness or madness, depending on who you asked. It’s the reality that, my life as I define it at present did not begin today, did not begin yesterday.

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This Story Is Not About Stephen Tully Dierks, This Is A Story About You And Me, He and She, This Is A Story About Community

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I didn’t sleep at all Tuesday night. The wheels in my head had been spinning for two days trying to articulate the feelings and experiences I have regarding rape and sexual assault after learning that alt-lit writer Stephen Tully Dierks was publicly accused of sexual assault by two women — one on Medium, and, consequently, one on Tumblr.

With the typical kind of uneasy feelings that anyone feels when speaking openly about upsetting situations like these, but with the stalwart belief that it is vital to women’s safety to have candid conversations about rape, sexual assault, and what constitutes consent, I feel compelled to share my experiences with Stephen and the men like him. Ultimately, this story is not about Stephen Tully Dierks. This story is about you and me, he and she. This is a story about community.

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[Thought Catalog] The Lost Art of the Mix CD

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Published Dec. 11, 2013 on Thought Catalog.

“I’m not really the scented envelope kind of girl, preferring instead to send yellow Jiffy-lite mailers packed with whatever song is on my mind.” 
— Sarah Vowell

 

Things were different before the Internet—obvi, but I don’t mean it like that. I’m not talking about emojis or thepiratebay or FaceTime or sexting. Actually, I *am* talking about all those things and so much more.

Do you remember love before the Internet? Some of you may not remember. Either you’re too young or maybe you’ve smoked the memories away. It’s hard to remember sometimes. I admit, I’ve forgotten some of it. Alright, most of it. Technology changed—advanced, some would say—and we along with it. There was a time, before Facebook completed world domination, a time before Pandora and Spotify and FaceTime and Google Hangout, when we spoke to each other in a completely different language. It was a time when the language was love, the actions were of effort, and we communicated via phone calls and snail mail and mixtapes and mix CDs.

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[ebook] Fall: A Love Story

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Foreword: The Lost Art of the Mix CD

I miss the days when love came in the form of a mix

Things were different before the Internet—obvi, but I don’t mean it like that. I’m not talking about emojis or thepiratebay or FaceTime or sexting. Actually, I *am* talking about all those things and so much more.

Do you remember love before the Internet? Some of you may not remember. Either you’re too young or maybe you’ve smoked the memories away. It’s hard to remember sometimes. I admit, I’ve forgotten some of it. Alright, most of it. Technology changed—advanced, some would say—and we along with it. There was a time, before Facebook completed world domination, a time before Pandora and Spotify and FaceTime and Google Hangout, when we spoke to each other in a completely different language. It was a time when the language was love, the actions were of effort, and we communicated via phone calls and snail mail and mixtapes and mix CDs.

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