Leaning in doesn’t work in real life. When I was writing, I kind of hoped that it would. I think I hoped that the answers are always within me. And when I reached the end of the book, it was like: there are no answers.
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Women Are Really, Really Mad Right Now
Rebecca Traister talks about the revolutionary power of women’s anger.
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A Manson Murder Investigation 20 Years In the Making: ‘There Are Still Secrets’
‘Everything that Manson did with his women was exactly what the CIA was trying to do with people without their knowledge, in the exact same time, at the exact same place.’
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Russell Shorto, Casey Newton, T Kira Madden, Molly Jong Fast, and Jenny Price.
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Let Me Show You the World
Almost everything you think you know about Aladdin is wrong.
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On Vanishing
Dementia is a kind of erasure, a death before death, where the living discount the infirmed long before they’re gone.
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The Danger of Desire
Faylita Hicks considers what it means to be a Black nonbinary activist in the age of Trump — and questions how the social justice movement has changed the way they have sex.
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What Does It Mean To Be Moved?
We can all remember a time when the wind touched us when we needed touching, pushed us along when we were unsure.
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‘The Survivor’s Edit’: Bassey Ikpi on Memory, Truth, and Living with Bipolar II
Bassey Ikpi discusses writing about mental illness. “I could count on the morning. It became the thing that existed without my input… without determining whether or not I was worthy of it.”
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‘They Happen To Be Our Neighbors Across the Span of a Century, But They’re Our Neighbors.’
One hundred summers ago, black Chicagoans were terrorized by whites during the Red Summer. Poet Eve Ewing talks about reaching out to her neighbors across time in “1919.”
