At one point during the 1985 Geneva Summit, President Ronald Reagan and Soviet Premier Mikhail Gorbachev

  There it is.

This is a lovely tribute, as is this one for Gilkey:

Zabi, who was killed in Afghanistan on Sunday along with NPR photojournalist David Gilkey, was far more than just a “translator-fixer” for NPR. He was one of a group of Afghan journalists who carry on their crucial work despite great and constant personal risk. They have extraordinary courage.

I first met Zabi early last year, on the recommendation of an Afghan colleague. I was looking to hire a journalist to help me report the continuing tragedy in Afghanistan during my occasional visits there. He’d earned a reputation as an excellent freelancer who’d worked for some years with China’s Xinhua News Agency.

He was a tall man with a warm smile, who somehow managed to couple a casual manner with a quiet sense of authority. It soon became clear that he had a great eye for a story, and that people from every level of society simply liked and trusted him, an essential quality in the journalism business.

Zabi seemed at ease with everyone; he persuaded senior politicians, young male migrants heading to Europe, female victims of war, and many, many more to speak into NPR’s microphone — and, by doing so, to shine a light on their nation’s unending conflict.

no:

I joined a new company last month and I’m pretty bemused at the company/team culture. The company is big on “culture” in general, which is great, but my individual team (~20 people) is VERY spiritual and believes strongly in the power of positive thinking and that Law of Attraction/The Secret thing that was so trendy a few of years ago.

For example, we have a weekly Law of Attraction tarot card ritual, where someone goes around and makes us draw two cards from a couple of Law of Attraction decks at random. Then we have to read the statements on them aloud to the person who is distributing the cards, and then display them at our desks so people know what we’re working on a personal level for the week.

There are also “unofficial” team-building activities every month where we all go to someone’s house, silently meditate for half an hour, and then discuss our personal “visions.” These events are not strictly mandatory, but it’s heavily implied that not participating = not being a team player.

well, it’s good to have a plan:

At one point during the 1985 Geneva Summit, President Ronald Reagan and Soviet Premier Mikhail Gorbachev took a break from negotiations to take a walk. Only their private interpreters were present and for years, the details of what they talked about were kept secret from both the Russian and American public. But during a 2009 interview with Charlie Rose and Reagan’s Secretary of State George Shultz, Gorbachev revealed that Reagan asked him point-blank if they could set aside their differences in case the world was invaded by aliens.

when sorry by beyoncè comes on shuffle pic.twitter.com/qZnfaW0idX

— bianca (@jeonxjr) June 3, 2016

Sad news for Veep, AWESOME news for Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

Will you be writing for Veep next season, and does that mean you’ll break down and buy a car instead of relying on ridesharing, which you’ve been doing for the past year?
No and no [laughs]. I am going to Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I’m nervous but excited. The opportunity presented itself. I’m a big believer in growing and changing. And I think this will be such a good chance for me to do something different with more responsibilities. It’s 22 episodes not ten, and my name will be on an episode at some point. So the schedule’s different, and the people are, for the most part, also a little younger, so it will be socially different, and also a little more competitive, which I think will be interesting. I love that show: Andy Samberg is a national treasure.

I LIVE I DIE I HAIRPIN AGAIN

The glorious Omar Holmon of Black Nerd Problems on his love for Lip Sync Battle:

LSB got celebs out here doing choreography, paying homage in themes, and most importantly, straight up cosplaying as singers, divas, rappers… basically as other celebs. This shit is all in fun… but it gets so real. Randy Coture “The Natural” went against Comedian Gabriel “Fluffy” Iglesias. Randy was an MMA fight, his job was clockin’ cats out of this dimension and he out here in short shorts doing a rendition of let’s get physical. Shit just got real. you can’t come into this arena with any Male Fragility or preconceived notions of male masculinity ’cause that shit will have you taking home an L.

There’s levels to this shit too; there’s fun like the Queen Latifah and Marlon Wayans match up. It’s just fun to see this side of your fave celebs living their best lives being themselves, unapologetically. Watching Salt and Peppa, two pioneers in hip-hop get to express their love of pop music for the world to see. Anthony Anderson and Tracy Ellis Ross, the co-leads of Black-ish and two of the funniest people on TV going head to head with their outlandishness? I am here for ALL of that shit man. Especially LL Cool J’s enthusiasm watching everyone perform because you can tell just how badly someone is getting bodied off of LL’s reactions.

CAITY WEAVER PROFILES KIM KARDASHIAN: L.G.B.T. (12 PHOTO)

FLASHBACK TO WHEN SHE COULD FIT EVEN A LITTLE BIT IN HER CHAIR. Now she just lies next to it and sulks.

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Jo Cox’s assassination is a nightmarish tragedy:

Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn said the country would be “in shock at the horrific murder”, describing the MP as a “much loved colleague”.

He added: “Jo died doing her public duty at the heart of our democracy, listening to and representing the people she was elected to serve.

“In the coming days, there will be questions to answer about how and why she died.

“But for now all our thoughts are with Jo’s husband Brendan and their two young children. They will grow up without their mum, but can be immensely proud of what she did, what she achieved and what she stood for.”

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Julie Rodgers is great, and one of my favourite queer Christians who talks about homophobia in the church:

It’s no surprise, then, that subtle disdain for L.G.B.T. people would eventually be expressed more overtly. In the case of the shooting at Pulse in Orlando, it was devastating. The Christians I know were grieved by the massacre and they want to know how to help. The best thing they can do is repent for the ways they’ve helped create a culture that devalues L.G.B.T. people made in the image of God, and then begin to tell a better story about us in their circles.

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Nikki’s dad is sick, and I would very much appreciate your prayers and Good Vibes and expressions of love and care for her at this time.

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Break up with him:

My boyfriend of about 5years is a big gamer. I’m not. The last video game I played was probably Oregon Trail or something in grade school. He’s always talking about how he wishes that I played video games so that he can “feel more connected to me”. His ex was a “gamer girl”, and he loved that about her.

Last night I had some free time so I decided to create an account and send him a request to play with me. I made my username a pretty specific inside joke between the two of us and sent him a flirty message (with another inside joke) asking him if he wanted to play. He didn’t flirt back or anything, which struck me as kind of weird, but whatever. He’s usually kind of a straight-to-the-point kind of guy over text/email, so it kind of made sense. He agreed to play as my “teammate” (if that’s what you would call it).

Seeing as I’ve never really played a video game before, I was naturally pretty bad. We have a very lighthearted, jokey relationship, so I’d send him little funny “whoops, I fucked up” messages when I’d do something wrong. He didn’t respond for the first few. At this point, I still think he knows it’s me, so I figure he’s just concentrating.

Then things took a weird turn. He started getting really, really verbally abusive. Saying horrible, largely misogynistic things to me. Calling me specific names that he has told me on several occasions that he would never use because they “sicken him”. He even told me that he wished someone would “put me in my place” in explicitly violent terms.

It was freaking weird. I’m 100% convinced he didn’t realize it was me, despite all of the obvious hints, so I know he wasn’t intending to direct those insults at his girlfriend. But the nature of our inside joke that I used for my username made it kind of clear that I was a girl.

I just can’t shake the fact that he would say these things to other human beings. He has specifically commented on how immature and stupid “keyboard warriors” are and how he’d never do that to another person. Many times. And he has always, always spoken out against violence toward women.

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CAITY WEAVER PROFILES KIM KARDASHIAN:

At the time that she invited me to touch the upper-left quadrant of her left breast, I was merely an unkempt person Kim Kardashian West had met one time. And yet, on just our second short meeting, I felt comfortable enough to ask her to “please describe what your boobs feel like.” That’s how we got here.

“Really soft!” exclaimed Kim, seated primly in an out-of-the-way patio booth. She was eating half a salad. I was eating a hot dog and fries on her enthusiastic recommendation. (“I love the hot dog here,” she said with a sparkle, neglecting to mention I would have to order this item from the kids’ menu.) (Real good hot dog.)

“You wanna feel?” she asked.

“Yup,” I said.

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Zadie Smith on Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah:

‘There’s an essay of Rachel’s about comedian Dave Chappelle that I love called If He Hollers Let Him Go, a sublime title borrowed from Chester Himes’ novel. It’s a good example of her technique: even if her subject is a superstar, she approaches them as a human being, with a great attention to the detail of their local and historical context. Her writing on black culture has a vertical depth; she writes about the history of African Americans in the US, but it’s never dry or academic as there’s so much love in it. She loves the people, the details, the landscape, the language. Her non-fiction reads like a rich fiction. It’s uncommon to read a voice that mixes anger and joy so beautifully and with so much skill. She doesn’t write rants, she writes eloquent, appreciative tirades. If she thinks Kendrick Lamar is a genius she will go to any rhetorical length to convince you of the same. The energy in her writing comes from a place of aesthetic delight.

‘We hardly see each other but I email her, especially with any relevant news of Beyoncé, and I’m so delighted by her when I see her. She’s always full of enthusiasm for a weird song, a weird book, a weird piece of art; she has eclectic and enlivening tastes. She was the first person
I spoke to about the hip-hop group Odd Future. I thought I was pretty fly for knowing about them, but she’d already interviewed them. I’m lucky to know someone as cool as Rachel, even vaguely. She brings news.

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This is ringing bells of I EXPECT FREE EMOTIONAL LABOR all over the place, please listen to the cues you are getting:

Dear Prudence,
I am in the process of ending my 20-year marriage. For the last year, I have been talking to a former co-worker online who went through a similar process a year ago. Our conversations are platonic, about relationships and how I’m feeling, and are a source of support for me. My friend has a habit of saying “I’ll talk to you after lunch” and then not communicating for a day or so. When she does come back online, no mention is made of her final comment. I find it disingenuous not to make note of the fact that she didn’t follow through, and I have told her so. I have also explained that I don’t expect her to be available or to keep her word to the letter, but that it speaks to a lack of concern to skip over a dangling promise. I recently told her that I could not continue to talk under these circumstances. I am struggling with self-esteem issues and need support and validation to help me through my transition. It kills me to not talk to her, but I am tired of ruminating over this perceived slight. Am I being oversensitive?

—Silence Is the Best Medicine

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EAT IT, HATERS, I NEVER BOUGHT YOUR LIES:

In reviewing the scientific evidence over the past 25 years since its last analysis on the matter, the WHO concluded that coffee should no longer be considered a carcinogen and that it may actually have positive effects for your body when it comes to two types of cancers — those of the liver and uterus.

Now before you start ordering that second steaming cup, it’s important to know that the WHO report wasn’t all good news. There was another significant finding: “Very hot” beverages “probably” cause cancer. This is mostly based on studies related to the consumption of a traditional drink called mate or cimarrón in South America, where the tea can be taken at temperatures around 158 degrees Fahrenheit (or 70 degrees Celsius). That’s significantly hotter than people in North America or Europe usually consume their drinks.

The Pitch Meeting for Ghostwriter

GENIUS: Kids in Brooklyn solve mysteries.

PBS SUITS: Cute.

GENIUS: A ghost helps them.

SUIT #1: Spooky.

GENIUS: It is not meant as such. Crime is the threat. Ghostwriter is an ally.

SUIT #2: So, a friendly ghost. Like Casper?

GENIUS: Casper is the grinning shade of a child. Boisterous, needy — he would be of no practical use on a crime-solving squad. Ghostwriter’s story is much darker.

SUIT #1: Is this like demons? We don’t want the faith-based orgs jumping down our throats.

GENIUS: He isn’t a Ouija board, Linda. Ghostwriter is here to solve crimes, not create drama.

When he lived, Roger H. Twist was a slave who taught other slaves to read, a perilous act of defiance. He escaped during the Civil War…

[collective sigh of relief]

GENIUS: …Only to be caught and killed by slave catchers and their dogs.

[…]

SUIT #2: Oh.

SUIT #1: Does the show…um, show this?

GENIUS: Not explicitly, no. But I’m sure most viewers will pick up on it after an episode or two.

SUIT #3: And Roger H. Twist…

GENIUS: Yes, it’s an anagram of Ghostwriter. Did I explain that Ghostwriter communicates mainly in anagrams? 

He manipulates letters of text in books, newspapers, what have you, to form clues that help the youths solve mysteries. Ghostwriter can summon any nearby letters for his messages, and unlike traditional anagrams, they glow. Ghostwriter’s abilities transcend anagrammar. Most likely because he is a ghost.

SUIT #3: What does he look like?

GENIUS: Kind of like a feed icon.

[???]

GENIUS: Just a general web-logo kind of look. He can change color and like, whiz from word to word. There’s a sound. It’s very hip and dot-com.

[murmurs of approval]

SUIT #2: Sounds nifty, but… That’s not very ghostly, is it? Shouldn’t he be translucent, or have an eerie pallor or something?

GENIUS: You have to understand that his identity as a writer is more important than his condition as a ghost. There’s no spectral moaning or rattling of windowpanes. In fact, Ghostwriter is only able to communicate through the written word. The kids must write to him in order to be understood.

SUIT #1: Learning, that’s lovely. Tell us about these kids.

GENIUS: They attend Zora Neale Hurston Middle School and Washington Elementary. Jamal is the first to commune with our literate spirit. He is Twist’s descendant, and his father, Samuel L. Jackson, gives him the book that releases Ghostwriter’s soul.

The next to see is Lenni. She’s the kind of rapping eleven-year-old hippie who embodies the last days of the millennium.

SUIT #2: They’re animated? Claymation? Puppet? Muppet?

GENIUS: They are flesh and blood. How else would a story with a ghost make sense?

We also have Gaby Fernández, who is the tough and lively avatar of little sisters everywhere. In fact she is so ubiquitous and quintessential that if you had to replace Gaby with another Gaby mid-series, nobody would even notice. Or everyone would. One of those two things.

SUIT #2: Wait, what now?

GENIUS: And Gaby’s older brother, Alex, who’s a total fox. This will eventually be apparent to Tina Nguyen, child journalist and documentarian. I envision a role for one of Jamal’s female cousins, too. It just seems that, in the future of TV, ensembles without multiple young women of color will no longer be relevant.

SUIT #3: Ethnic diversity is neat!

[nobody looks at Carl]

GENIUS: We might add a token white male, maybe a poet in frequent need of rescue, but I don’t know. Guess it depends on Ghostwriter; he chooses who sees him.

SUIT #2: Given that a ghostwriter is an uncredited author for work attributed to someone else, won’t the viewing public be a tad confused?

GENIUS: [gently] No. No, I don’t think the children watching this will confuse Ghostwriter, a lettered phantom who fights crime, with whoever wrote Profiles in Courage.

SUIT #1: And what kind of “crimes” does he solve, exactly? Carmen San Diego already has geographical heists covered.

GENIUS: Anything that would fall under the jurisdiction of Ghostwriter and a diverse team of Brooklyn youngsters. So, for example, Alex is running for class president but someone is conducting a smear campaign against him in the halls of the school…

[relaxed chuckles]

SUIT #3: Oh, okay. So by “crimes” we mean like, schoolyard scrapes. That sort of mischief.

GENIUS: Yes. Also arson, stalking, drugs, gang violence, rare bird smuggling, and time travel. Jamal will be framed. Gaby will be poisoned by toxic waste. The group will be nearly rent apart when a car accident seeds discord among their parents, but chasing down an art thief will restore unity. Craig will disappear forever and never be spoken of again.

SUIT #3: Who’s Craig?

GENIUS: Indeed.

SUIT #1: And they solve these cases through…anagrams.

GENIUS: The purpose of this show is to instruct young viewers in two things: literacy, and delayed gratification.

SUIT #3: Why delayed gratification?

[The GENIUS waits a long time before she answers, and everyone agrees Carl walked right into that one]  

GENIUS: Each Ghostwriter mystery will be part of a serialized arc that spans four or five episodes. Kids will have to watch every episode in order to find out whodunit. Pretty much the only way they’ll be able to see the resolution is during teacher strikes, which will instill in them a lifelong appreciation for robust labor unions.

SUIT #1: Always something we’re looking for.

SUIT #3: Mm.

GENIUS: Ghostwriter rewards the patient, the loyal, the attentive. If that means some fans will reach adulthood without ever learning who Max Mouse is, so be it.

SUIT #2: Here’s my concern: Is this visually interesting? On a dramatic level? Watching kids write…and a ghost make words glow…like, it just seems that a ghost might have more interesting powers than making words glow.

GENIUS: [shaking her head with pity] The audience is no passive spectator, Mitch. It’s interactive. Kids will track the mysteries with their very own Ghostwriter casebooks, which they will definitely all get and keep for longer than a day. We also hope it will inspire them to learn touch-typing, as watching middle-schoolers poke a keyboard is torture.

SUIT #1: The situations you’ve described sound pretty intense. Maybe we can try to keep it light? Little kids will be watching; no need to expose them to gang violence and the like.

GENIUS: It is interesting to me the way adults speak of “protecting” children.

[A calm sip of water. Everyone waits.]

[…and waits]  

GENIUS: Doesn’t this very network proclaim that “knowledge is power?” And who are more powerless than children? “Expose them”? They are already exposed.

SUIT #2: Right, but. Arson. Stalking. Slavecatchers. Isn’t it a little much?

GENIUS: The world is not safer if you close your eyes to its darkness and its dangers. When we shield children from the truths of the world they share with us, we are taking away one of the only kinds of power to which they can lay claim. Ghostwriter gave his life to empower others with knowledge.

[Long silence. Nobody wants to be the first to dishonor Ghostwriter’s sacrifice.]

GENIUS: This is a transformational coming-of-age narrative. That’s why Ghostwriter is of course an anagram of “Growth Rites.” 

SUIT #1: Look, educational mysteries are definitely our jam here at PBS. But we’re wading into murky spiritual waters here. The ghost stuff, concepts of the afterlife and the soul…. Does Ghostwriter have a mission? Is he in Purgatory? Can the show avoid these questions?

GENIUS: The series never delineates a theological perspective. No one speaks of heaven or hell or the soul. The show’s spiritual philosophy is obvious enough from context.

[???]

GENIUS: Words are souls.

[SUITS poise their pencils over their caseboo—sorry, notepads. They wait.] 

GENIUS: They are ourselves, extracted from our bodies, and they live forever.

SUIT #2: I see.

[Not as the GENIUS sees. She speaks almost as if the words are being revealed to her in ready form by a sentient light. SUITS wait.] 

GENIUS: After death we speak through words. It is the only way — but a potent way. Words live. They are real things in the world, and readers are not a passive audience, they are champions who take these words, our clues and promises, and with them shape the world. It is this, more than anything else, that Ghostwriter illuminates.

[She leans toward them, and it is as though her words begin to glow]

GENIUS: Words can touch you — physically alter your body — raise hairs at the nape, hollow the gut, send shivers shoulder to toe — and does this not change our understanding of presence and absence?

[SUITS look to each other. To the words of their notes. They see the other words their words can form, and other faces fill the room. Everyone is here, together, now. Words, they realize, are the salve of loss.] 

GENIUS: I have written these things and you have read them, you have felt my touch, and there is no distance between us at all.

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Вы хотите зарабатывать деньги в блогах? Вы делаете? Я могу помочь тебе. Но не думайте, что я дам вам еще 101 способ заработать деньги в Интернете . Потому что это вообще не работает. Шутки в сторону.

Если у вас уже есть блог и вы изучаете способы монетизации своего блога, вот список из более чем 40 альтернатив Google AdSense для зарабатывания денег в блогах .

За последние несколько месяцев я пытался расширить процесс создания своего контента - чтобы создавать сообщения в блогах в месяц последовательно. Однако я не смог этого сделать и еще не нашел способ, который работает для меня.

Og her er vi

Dette startet med en tekstmelding, for de av dere som ikke har hørt våre grunn historie. Nicole var helt fornøyd på sin gamle jobb, tøffer langs uten redaksjonelt ansvar og offentlig varme, og deretter Mallory tekstet henne og sa:

"Kan du ikke slutte og vi kan starte vår egen side?"

Og Nicole sa: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha :)"

Og da hun tenkte på det, og det gikk opp for henne at det å ha sin egen side ville være annerledes.Harder, selvsagt, og du kan ikke lenger ligge og fortelle folk du ble forkastet sitt stykke fordi "sjefen min hater deg / det, beklager", men det ville være deres.

[ED. MERK - Det gjør meg høres ut som en homewrecker].

[ED. MERK - Det er din samvittighet snakker].

Så, hva var The Toast til å bli? Vi visste umiddelbart at vi ønsket å betale våre bidragsytere noe, fordi skriving er arbeid. Vi ønsker ikke en politisk blogg, fordi andre mennesker gjør det mye bedre enn oss, men vi ønsket også å ha en holdning.

Vi streber etter å være intersectionally feminist. Vi er pro-choice. Vi er pro-queer. Vi er pro-trans. Vi streber etter å funksjonen skriving fra kvinner i alle etniske bakgrunner, for å være et sted hvor kvinner som ikke er helt hvitt og under tretti og rett og bor i New York City er også å skrive om "Battlestar Galactica" og "Sherlock" og som BB kremer arbeide for dem, og deres vennskap og tiden de brøt sin arm playing field hockey. Vi ønsker å skrive om bøker, og tenke på bøker, og lese bøker sammen og deretter snakke om dem. Vi ønsker å høre om dine bøker. Vi ønsker å lese fanfiction om Cold Comfort Farm ( Indiebound | Amazon ) og også  Kjærlighet & Basketball .

Vi ønsker å ha argumenter: vi ønsker ikke å kjøre ting vi finner dypt krenkende, men noen ganger vil vi ønsker å kjøre ting som 40-60% av våre lesere vil sterkt uenig med, fordi når du bare skrive for folk som allerede elsker deg, du aldri virkelig svinge for gjerder.

Vi ønsker å ha en rekke kvinners stemmer på dette nettstedet. Vår generelle demografiske er den gode gamle 18-35, som de fleste ladyblogs, men visste du at mange kvinner fortsetter å eksistere forbi en alder av 65, og noen ganger enda lenger? Det er sant. Vi håper også å overtale barna på Rookie i live blogging "A League of Their Own" med oss, fordi når vi sitter rundt Nicole hus, brainstorming området, "A League of Their Own" var det første vi ønsket å gjenskape i bloggen form. Akkurat nå føler vi litt som Marla far se henne tog trekke ut av stasjonen, noe som gjør hans "svinge" gest.

Vi er interessert i internasjonale kommentatorer også. Flavia Dzodan vil være vår aggressive europeiske korrespondent, og bringer fokus til ting vi ikke dekker svært ofte i det feministiske bloggosfæren:. Flyktninger, grensetvister, menneskehandel Violetta Bellocchio skal forklare seksualpolitikk Italia for oss, forhåpentligvis med diagrammer for lett tapt. (Er du en internasjonal stemme? Snakk med oss! Det er massevis av verden igjen, selv etter at du krysser ut Italia og resten av Europa.)

Vi kommer til å snakke med sexarbeidere. Sannsynligvis en av de siste tingene som verden trenger er flere sivile uttrykker sine egne meninger om sex arbeid, så vi vil ikke legge til det (med unntak for denne delen her). Vi vil heller høre fra kvinner som har gjort arbeidet, og hvorfor (eller hvis) de valgte det, og hvordan de føler deres liv og levebrød kan være mer tryggere og mer rettferdig. Vår egen bias er mot legalisering og regulering, men vi vil også publisere kvinner med ulike synspunkter. Det viktigste å huske er at en god feminist alliert til sexarbeidere bringer popcorn, fordi alle liker popcorn.

Vi kommer til å snakke om barna. Ikke mye, sannsynligvis, men noen. Nicole har en gutt (hun er ganske inn i det), men hennes barn innhold vil være sporadisk, og bare hvis hun tror det vil være det beste noensinne skrevet om å være en forelder, eller ammer, eller fødsel, eller overlate dem din iPhone så du kan prøve på en cardigan på The Gap og deretter får distrahert og tilfeldigvis butikktyveri jakken og planlegger å returnere det noen dager nå.

Vi kommer til å snakke om menn. Nicole er gift med en, og mener de er topper, er Mallory spare seg selv for Kristen Stewart, og samle en misandrist edderkopp hær. Vi er glade for å publisere menns arbeid hvis det er utmerket.

Noe som er litt annerledes om oss, og som kan endres basert på reklame ønsker og populære applaus: vi kommer til å begynne med bare funksjoner. Fire eller fem om dagen, noen av oss, noen av våre bidragsytere. Vi er ikke sikker på om det vil fungere, ærlig. Kanskje du vil ha flere korte ting å klikke på, oftere. Men vi tror det er verdi i oppslaget ting som vi har investert tid og energi på, selv om det går på bekostning av "Du vil ikke  tro denne historien om den tingen du så på Twitter og har allerede trodde" link roundups.

Det var mye! Du er nok litt overveldet, og redd, og kaldt, og skjelving. Som du kan se, har vi dumpet hele vår første dag av dekning på deg med en gang, fordi vi ønsker at våre lesere til å vite hva de kan forvente av oss som et område. Vi publiserer hele dagen på 4. juli, fordi, vel, vi er ny, og vi ønsker at du skal ha noe å lese. Dessuten brenner Mallory lett, så hun trenger å holde seg innendørs om sommeren.

Denne uken kan du se frem til en fortelling fra en kanadisk kvinne som måtte gjøre henne saken til to separate sykehus psych paneler for å bevise at hun trengte en medisinsk prosedyre mange av oss nå ta for gitt. Vi har fått strålende Kate Harding på forskaling velskapt Prose , en introduksjon til vår drømmetydning tjeneste ved Jen Doll , en satirisk verk av litterær historie at en av oss ikke visste var satire (vi skal la deg gjette hvilken), en personlig fortelling av Anne Helen Petersen som gjorde oss gråte, og den første utgaven av Ginger Clark 's "en litterær agent svarer på dine feber spørsmål."

Og det er toast som frokost, eller toast som klingende briller, avhengig av hva din varm lille hjerte foretrekker.

Velkommen. Vennligst hold deg og fortelle dine venner.