I love musical theater. I grew up on Rodgers and Hammerstein, West Side Story, and Purlie, all of which I watched so often before the age of ten that the VHS tapes are now unsalvageable. As I got older, I began to discover more old movie musicals; while my mother preferred R&H, my grandmother was…
The Thursday Book Beat: Toronto Star Increases Its Book Section
A Diverse Set of Winners for The 2015 Kirkus Prize Three people of colour and three women (two on Echo). A diverse crew of winners for this year’s Kirkus Prize and all stellar books or so I’ve heard (I’m currently reading Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between The World And Me and it’s fantastic). If you get the chance, pick…
Stop Telling Women How to Feel
This is not a piece of hard-hitting journalism. I didn’t bury myself under a mountain of research before sitting in front of my computer to write, and that is on purpose. I’m here to talk feelings, because I am sick of women being policed for expressing their real and legitimate emotions.
A Historical Look at The Spectator’s New Cover
The Spectator unveiled their cover for their latest issue on Twitter yesterday, which boldly declares The End of Feminism. The art, by an as-of-now uncredited artist, depicts an apoplectic looking woman with short hair and can of spray paint in her fist, which she’s used to paint over a staid looking suffragette’s “Votes for Women”…
We Got The Beat: All-Women Bands in Comics
Hey there, Cats and Kittens! Have you heard the new sensations sweeping the nation with their spectacular sounds, rockin’ riffs, and show-stopping, toe-tapping, sell-your-worldly-possessions-for-a-chance-to-touch-glory performances that will make you question your purpose in life? Yes? No? Well then, sisters and brothers, have I got some bands for you! If you’re diggin’ the New York scene, check out…
My First Horror Movie: The Last Unicorn
My history with scary movies is, at the very least, embarrassing. As I told my WWAC colleagues, “I have a long history of allergic reactions to horror: Couldn’t sleep with the lights off after Friday the 13th; slept in my grandmother’s bed for a week after Sixth Sense; vomited when the aliens first show up…
