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Today’s top book news item:
Alison Bechdel, author of the graphic memoir Fun Home, has responded to this week’s vote by South Carolina’s House of Representatives to cut a combined total of $70,000 in funding to the College of Charleston and the University of South Carolina Upstate because two books with gay and lesbian themes appeared on freshman student reading lists.
Bechdel, whose book was assigned at the College of Charleston, said in a statement released to PW, “It’s sad and absurd that the College of Charleston is facing a funding cut for teaching my book — a book which is after all about the toll that this sort of small-mindedness takes on people’s lives.”
State Rep.Garry Smith condemned Fun Home, saying it “graphically shows lesbian acts” and “promot[es] the gay and lesbian lifestyle.”
Bechdel is well known for her comic strip Dykes to Watch Out For, where she first floated the idea that became known as "the Bechdel Test" — a standard for sexism in movies based on whether a film has two female characters who talk to each other about something other than men.
COOL PERSON RIGHT HERE
What in the fuck, humans.
Moms & kittens.
i have died and i do not wish to be resurrected.
OH GOD NO THERE IS NO MERCY
as much as i love ellen page and want to celebrate her moment i just have to pause and take a sec to express my disgust with the hrc as an organization because they’re actually terrible and you should know why they’re awful
luv Ellen, not so much HRC
— Gary Paulsen, from Hatchet (via the-final-sentence)
GUYS REMEMBER THIS BOOK
Ring of Keys
November 21, 2013
Both times I’ve seen this show, this moment has stopped the show. It is unbelievable that a performer of her age is able to convey this incredibly complex moment in a young gay person’s life so convincingly and with such commitment. Her performance as a whole is really something incredibly special. If you don’t at least make an effort to see this show before it closes, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore.
i cant drown my sorrows in coffee—(i tried).
and each time my
blood fizzed! though without it still i
am buzzing & electric. really who is to say;
i say instead i feel CRAZY!!!! underlined. i should—-uh—well-
i should—nevermind. i tell my sister: remember when we sat on the roof and the ice was melting off the eaves & on to
our cigarettes. we were smoking—it
was spring. rivulets of water so
clear, i felt unclean for being
there with damp ash on my
teeth. maybe i will do it again but alone and crying it seems
a good story to tell. MAYBE ill walk the bridge
to delancy which is funny—because YOU (or a past lost monster version of you) snorted coke off the railing
once! how unclean is EVERYTHING.
how unclean are WE though, i mean our popping
electric monster selves.