Lately I’ve noticed an alarming number of people in my personal/work orbit discussing the severity of their respective cases of impostor syndrome. I’ve struggled with this well-documented phenomenon for as long as I can remember, due as much to deference-oriented gender socialization as to the wiring I received while reared in the Texan cult of... Continue Reading →
postcards from saturn, part two: know your limits.
A friend recently told me about an incredible costume he saw on Halloween in San Francisco: a woman wore an orange leotard with jerry-rigged midriff rings made out of fabric and hula-hoops. She also carried a small doll in her likeness that she periodically slammed against the wall or threw on the floor. When prompted,... Continue Reading →
postcards from saturn, part one.
In the past few months, I have finally started to feel like I’m entering the home stretch of a long and fierce Saturn Return. If you are dimly versed in pseudo-astrological wooness, this is the period around your 28th year where life kicks the proverbial shit out of you. More like what makes you you,... Continue Reading →
