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Monthly Archive: August 2011

Aug 29 2011

Feminism is Choice

A friend sent me a link to this piece in the Huffington Post titled “Tough Gals: Do They Still Exist?” The piece is a jeremiad against the supposed “girliness” of today’s women and how we’ve all apparently abandoned the precedent set by our tough, bitchy, bra-burning feminist foremothers: Women are girly. Again. Don’t believe me? …

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Aug 29 2011

The College Story

I wish I could spin you the story everyone wants to hear. That story has a whole cast of predictable characters, and many trunks’ worth of familiar props. The friends, the neat dorm rooms, the beer, the photo collages, the inside jokes, the cute frat guys, the walks by the lake, the hot chocolate, the …

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Aug 27 2011

Difficult ≠ Impossible

I’m going to come out of my cave and write about something that pisses me off. (OK, so I could start any blog post this way, but whatever.) Here’s something that I consider one of the most glaring cultural problems in America today–it’s the idea that just because something is difficult, it is impossible and …

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Aug 11 2011

How Depression Feels

I feel like there’s a disease in my head. I want to excise the brain parts that it lives in, the parts responsible for loneliness, worthlessness, apathy, cynicism, seriousness, sensitivity, and all the other ways in which I could be described. I feel like a book lying open on the grass. The wind blows the …

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Aug 04 2011

Dancing With Myself

[This is a piece I wrote in response to a prompt at Open Salon and just thought I'd repost it here.] You aren’t really a daughter of Russian parents unless they make you do ballet. Mine did, though I started later than most–when I was five years old. I continued until I was  fifteen. Over …

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Aug 03 2011

I ♥ NY

Consider this a love letter to my favorite city. New York City was the first bit of America that I ever saw, fourteen years ago when my family immigrated from Israel. I can only imagine how my parents felt. They had escaped from social and religious oppression when they’d left Russia, and now, two casualties …

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