William Shakespeare (part 2)

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(top to bottom, left to right: The Taming of the Shrew, Much Ado About Nothing, Antony and Cleopatra, Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Titus Andronicus, King Lear, Measure for Measure, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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The Transgender Crucible

CeCe’s story is on an upcoming edition of Rolling Stone magazine!

Proceed with caution, I don’t think I could finish tagging all the trigger warnings even if I tried.

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What Donald Sterling Doesn’t Know About Magic Johnson and AIDS


Michael Specter examines Magic Johnson’s remarkable impact on the course of the AIDS epidemic:

“There is no way of calculating how many lives he has saved. No advertising agency could have invented a better, or more effective, role model.”

Above: Magic Johnson at the DesignCare benefit; Malibu, California, July 27, 2013. Photograph by Tiffany Rose/WireImage/Getty.

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People still think of critics only as those writers who are telling you whether or not you should read a book or see a film or purchase an album.

Bullshit. The role of the critic is, for me, about connection. How many books have you read that no one else you know has read? It happens to me all the time. There are simply too many books, too many authors, for any two people to have read the same exact list of works. How sad to let all your thoughts and feelings about a given text languish. Well, that’s where critics come in. Through them, I can finally have an enlightened conversation about literature. The critic becomes a stand-in friend so that I can contrast my response to a book against theirs.

In reviewing Dani Shapiro’s Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of the Creative Life (one of 2013’s best books on writing and creativity) and Wendy Lesser’s Why I Read: The Serious Pleasure of BooksThe Rumpus's Jonathan Russell Clark offers a beautiful meditation on criticism itself.

Relatedly, some time ago I wrote about the role of the critic as a celebrator for Harvard’s Nieman Reports.

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It’s only by turning the tables on sexual aggression that we can see how shocking it is
Leah Green, responding to some of the criticism following this video that reversed everyday sexism.  (via guardian)
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After working on his novel Family Life for seven years, Akhil Sharma began to lose his mind. Whenever he sat down to write, he began having panic attacks, the kind that left his chest feeling “constantly bruised” for months on end. Eventually, he hit on a solution: he learned to take his mind off his novel by praying for other people.

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When I heard that my 21-year-old son, a student at Harvard, had been stopped by New York City police on more than one occasion during the brief summer he spent as a Wall Street intern, I was angry.

On one occasion, while wearing his best business suit, he was forced to lie face-down on a filthy sidewalk because—well, let’s be honest about it, because of the color of his skin. As an attorney and a college professor who teaches criminal justice classes, I knew that his constitutional rights had been violated.

As a parent, I feared for his safety at the hands of the police—a fear that I feel every single day, whether he is in New York or elsewhere.

Moreover, as the white father of an African-American son, I am keenly aware that I never face the suspicion and indignities that my son continuously confronts. In fact, all of the men among my African-American in-laws—and I literally mean every single one of them—can tell multiple stories of unjustified investigatory police stops of the sort that not a single one of my white male relatives has ever experienced.

What I Learned About Stop-and-Frisk From Watching My Black Son - The Atlantic

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National Geographic Traveler photo contest 2014 - in pictures

The 2014 National Geographic Traveler photo contest has opened, inviting photographers from around the world to submit their shots. Here are some of the first entries. See more

Photos: Nicholas Roemmelt, Sebastian Warneke, David Sausse

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What Makes the Muslim Ms. Marvel Awesome: She’s Just Like Everyone

Ms. Marvel, the Marvel superhero comic that debuted last month, has gotten a ton of media coverage because of what makes it unique. Mainstream superheroes are almost all white and almost all guys, and women of color virtually never carry their own titles. Even the X-Men’s Storm, a widely recognized and popular character, hasn’t ever headlined an ongoing series. So the fact that the new Ms. Marvel is a young Muslim girl named Kamala Khan is, for superhero comics at least, a long-awaited and much-welcome innovation.

The great thing about Ms. Marvel, though, is not how unusual it is, but how familiar. The second issue came out this week, and as the story goes on, it’s only becoming more apparent that Kamala’s narrative fits neatly into traditional superhero narratives. Like many a Peter Parker-esque nerd before her, Kamala is out of place and uncomfortable. Her parents don’t let her go to parties, and her acquaintances make clueless/mean-spirited comments about her background (“Nobody’s going to, like, honor kill you? I’m just concerned.”). The first scene of the first comic shows Kamala sniffing a bacon sandwich that she can’t eat because of her family’s dietary restrictions—wanting but not quite able to do that thing everybody else does: eat American. She’s the unpopular kid, and then she gets superpowers so she can be admired by all those who rejected her. Thus, it’s an empowerment fantasy.

Read more. [Image: Arthur Adams]

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