Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist.
Gay literary revisionism could be a whole new movement, just as long as its participants don’t claim to be woke.
There’s something about her that makes you want to open up about the saddest thing that’s ever happened to you, while she loads up the cafetiere. I bet she gives phenomenal hugs.
The tense moments come as a genuine surprise. Just like in real life.
It becomes a chore. Today I have to file some invoices, clean the toilet, and be Jewish online.
It bothers me that I never really thought to question the idea of messing with the genitals of someone who can’t give consent.
Hot Thatcher. Code red. Code red.
Nothing feeds my craving for a sense of normality like a systematic walk through the aisles of a Morrisons.
No matter how Bad the opinions of its author: a banger is a banger.
By 2016, Woody was feeling so threatened “as a white male” that he gave up his “gay” cowboy hat for a MAGA cap.
Unlike some, the author’s prejudice seems not to seep into his books. But that doesn’t mean we should view his art entirely separately from his views.
