Lemme tell you a not-so-secret-secret about ‘adulthood’: Nobody knows what the f they are doing. So much of being an adult is dealing with sucky situations – all the sudden a lot of your friend’s parents are dying, or your sister-in-law gets cancer (again), or this one has an affair that devastates that one, or your cousin suffers another miscarriage while her sister is expecting twins. Literally, life just becomes chock full of situations that you are not prepared to face, and suddenly you […]
Accessible doesn’t mean bad
I am much more familiar with art as a visual media rather than a written one, but it seems like you encounter quite a bit of the same critique. There are some in the art world who deride accessible art, especially Instagram-friendly art, as somehow less than “real” art. That because the masses can appreciate it, it doesn’t carry the caliber that a professional would understand. It’s a criticism I don’t much care for – just because it’s pretty doesn’t mean it’s bad (and inversely, […]
It just feels young to me
Do you remember that discussion on the internet about how the world at large is always so eager to dismiss and mock the things that young girls love? I think about that a lot, and have tried harder to not do that myself. So, when I heard Rupi Kaur reading her poems on CBC Radio, talking about her youth and success and her dreams, I decided to give The Sun and her Flowers a try. This is Rupi Kaur’s second book; her first book Milk […]
Mama’s real upset now.
In the first country I lived in we had these small packets of liquorice called GaJol. They were my favourite, because I like liquorice, but also because on the back of each packet was a small joke, a word play or a fancy quote. Sometimes I would tear one off and keep them, but most of the time I just read them and threw them away, and the ones I kept would disappear as well – into the cracks of furniture and pockets and books. […]