Author: Carla Cook

The Weinstein Mixtape

Welcome to our first Mixtape, an attempt to take all of the content I consume every day and turn it into something coherent. Man, did I pick a beast of a time to start this. The Harvey Weinstein saga envelops more people on an hourly basis (also his wife is leaving him, which pleases me more than it should). What’s different about this one – and what I hope will ultimately affect some massive societal changes – is that the players involved are celebrities. We prefer to think of Matt Damon and Ben Affleck as two hunky boys from...

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Blameless

A close friend of mine – let’s call her Jane – had a homeless person walk up into her personal space at a gas station last week and ask for money. When she politely said no, he screamed “BITCH” at her and walked away. It was upsetting of course, an unnerving thing to happen in the middle of the day in a public place. Jane posted about it on Facebook and another woman – say, Julie – commented that Jane “should have lit him up.” Julie is a close friend and I adore her, but my gut reaction when...

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Short News: Sunday NYT

We read the New York Times every Sunday so you don’t have to. Here are some highlights: Beyond the Headlines Little stuff you might have missed about the big stuff Alabama Senate Race Though the bulk of the coverage is about Turd-in-Chief’s racist remarks, the reason he was even at that rally in Alabama is worth attention. If you have the stomach to muddle through the article, have at it. The short version is that ShitStain Trump is campaigning *against* the populist candidate (Roy Moore) – and the very forces that got him elected – to prove that he’s powerful enough...

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What I Did On My Summer Vacation

“‘Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’” ~A Tree Grows in Brooklyn There’s a reminder in my Gmail that has waited there since I created it in June. It’s one little phrase – “lost between Joni Mitchell and Courtney Love” – intended as a writing prompt. I’ve lost the narrative but the general idea is still there. It was likely meant to paint a picture of the weird stasis of feminist heroines for women my age. Though the 80s saw power suits and shoulder pads in offices, the uniform didn’t necessarily...

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10 Things That Are Pissing Me Off Today

I haven’t written anything since the election. Rather, I haven’t finished writing anything since the election—all the half-posts cobbled together would probably make some sort of coherent sense. But any thoughts I’ve wanted to explore have inevitably been interrupted by another new outrage or annoyance or fear. So I’ve let them pile up in my mind, unleashing them occasionally in brief Facebook comments or verbal spews at friends. This morning I realized I need to do more than this, so I’m going to pound them all out in a list before my brain caves in on itself. I’ll bet...

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