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Strangers in Paradise, Fullsize Paperback Volume 13: Flower To Flame
Batman: The Dark Knight Returns
Size 12 Is Not Fat
90-day Geisha: My Time as a Tokyo Hostess
Julius Caesar
How to Talk to a Liberal (If You Must): The World According to Ann Coulter
The Tasha Tudor Book of Fairy Tales
From Hell
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden
Proud Americans

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Buster Keaton’s “One Week” (1920)

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I have a job interview tomorrow. I’m so not stressing about it that I just realized it’s after 11 and maybe I should tidy up my resume. 

"You always interpret the masculine the classic masculine dressing with the feminine and the drama.”

André Leon Tally interviewing Janelle Monáe at the 2014 Met Gala (x)

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Ask UfYH: Messiness is Not a Moral Failing


Boy, everyone sure has a lot of opinions about messy people, don’t they? A lot of opinions and a notable lack of empathy. (more…)

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In 1887, American journalist Nellie Bly had herself committed to New York’s notorious Blackwell’s Island insane asylum — on purpose, as part of an assignment from the New York World newspaper. When she was released 10 days later, she had seen cruelty that made her shudder. In her account for the World, she wrote:

"I left the insane ward with pleasure and regret. Pleasure that I was once more able to enjoy the free breath of heaven; regret that I could not have brought with me some of the unfortunate women who lived and suffered with me, and who I am convinced are just as sane as I was and am now myself.”

The story that resulted is called Ten Days in a Mad-House,” and it’s one of many pieces collected in a new volume, Nellie Bly: Around the World in Seventy-Two Days and Other Writings — released this year in honor of Bly’s 150th birthday. The book’s editor, Jean Lutes, talked about Bly’s legacy on Morning Edition yesterday.

Image via Library of Congress

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One of the reasons I became so idle on tumblr — aside from, you know, moving clear across the globe to a place with unstable electricity and pretty sub-par internet — is that my kid is on Tumblr, and sometimes that’s kinda weird. 

Anyway, she was just looking at what I was doing on my feed and informed me that I was reblogging ‘wrong’. 

Damn kids.