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No, I Did Not Just Cum, You F—king Idiot

The Atlantic has come out with another post-feminism cover article about how college hook-up culture actually allows women to have successful careers.

Like most of the articles, it’s interesting, but far too lengthy to really analyze unless you want to write a fucking book.

Poet of the Week: Chungmi Kim

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This morning I spent a while reading poems by Pablo Neruda, which can be quite beautiful on love, but are mostly about dying. Today, I wanted to find a poem that was devoid of darkness.

So I searched for love poems, and found mostly the ones about eyes and ears and skin and hands, all yearning to be touched or seen. Reading them led me on a chase for a poem that could speak of my awakening this morning, curled on my side, both of my hands wrapped in the single one of someone else—the right curled around a thumb, the left cradled in a palm. I never even noticed, in sleeping, how I was all bound up.

October 11, 2011 Chungmi Kim Frontier of Dawn Louis Garrel Love Poem poet

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“After the fires die, François and the rest retreat into a rambling mansion where the wealthy young owner, stretched on a bed like a latter-day Coleridge, volunteers that his own revolution arrived when he inherited his riches. Cosseted by faded luxury, these children of paradise make love and art, and listen to Nico through wisps of opium smoke.” Manohla Dargis on Regular Lovers

December 3, 2010 Louis Garrel Regular Lovers social commentary

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