So I'm reading Listen Up: Voices from the Next Feminist Generation.
An essay called "It's A Big Fat Revolution," (about fat oppression) strikes me as too self-conscious in the writing. It keeps being about the way it is about what it's about, instead of just being what it's about, if you follow me.
This is where I'm glad for some thoughtful person who has written a little note in it. A commentary, their own reaction to some of the wordage contained within. And in so doing, finds the heart of an issue better in six words than the author of the essay does in ten pages.
My thoughtful commentator asks, in the margin:
Tell it, sister.
An essay called "It's A Big Fat Revolution," (about fat oppression) strikes me as too self-conscious in the writing. It keeps being about the way it is about what it's about, instead of just being what it's about, if you follow me.
This is where I'm glad for some thoughtful person who has written a little note in it. A commentary, their own reaction to some of the wordage contained within. And in so doing, finds the heart of an issue better in six words than the author of the essay does in ten pages.
My thoughtful commentator asks, in the margin:
Why are people so fucking mean??
Tell it, sister.
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