a chapter from Quentin Crisp’s How to Have a Life Style, 1975 Although the ‘doing’ professions seem to allow such great opportunities for the exercise of style, there is beyond them a world of almost limitless scope. There is a ‘being’ profession. Of this we have only recently been made…

A few days ago one of my coworkers, an actress who lives in Silverlake, blamed her suicidal sweaty hangover on an event she described as “a guy doing a live recording of his podcast, with beer.” People in LA love to listen to other people talk, which shouldn’t be mistaken…

Against the prefix’s most popular misnomer — My two favorite movies last year were brutally-funny depictions of women living in fictionalized versions of real hell. On opposite ends of hellscape America, HEAVEN KNOWS WHAT trails a homeless teenager in New York and TANGERINE two sex worker friends working the Highland/Sunset corner of Hollywood. Both star first-time actors…

Towards a less useless wave — I. On Why Life Is Shit Sometimes, after I read about another man who raped another woman I respect, I think about an idea I read once in a Marie Calloway article that female separatism is the event horizon of feminism. Sometimes when I can’t sleep I visit this idea…

After God’s dead, no one’s watching — When I was younger I would announce that I was an atheist with a sharp, angular pride, like it was a Mensa membership; when I was younger than that I called myself a Mormon. …