Happy Aquarius season, bbs! In honor of our alien air friends, we have a wild and weird and powerful lineup for you this week.
We kicked the week off with Emilie Haertsche’s essay on being formed by the menstruation pamphlets of the 1960s — and what it means about the body and propriety.
“When I was your age my mother gave them to me,” my mom had said earlier, as we were making dinner, to prepare me for these gifts. She had produced these 1958 and 1961 pamphlets in response to my news that the school nurse had given the fifth-grade girls the menstruation talk that day. I was grateful for the further guidance because the nurse’s speech had not been very informative. My biggest takeaway was that the school had some kind of deal with Always brand maxi pads so they could give them out promotionally to the girls while our brains were malleable. We would be Always girls for life.
Next on our pub schedule was part II of Ben Van Alboom’s series on San Pornando Valley — “The Rise of Custom Porn”.
“Taboos always do well in porn. And by adding ‘step’ to it, you avoid obscenity laws. Better be safe than sorry.”
Alex Foley, author of “The Boomers Are Not OK”, is back up at PULP with a piece on modern abortion laws — and how they resemble legislation of, uh, a certain time: “The Nazi Law Being Weaponized By Far Right Extremists”.
“The history of abortion legislation in Germany is understandably complicated.
Under Nazi rule, it was a capital offence to provide an abortion to an Aryan woman, while abortions for undesirables were actively encouraged. After the war, abortion was illegal in both East and West Germany until the East legalised first trimester terminations in 1972.”
We rounded this fantastic week of content out with Olivia Campbell’s piece “My Nipples, Myself” about maternal martyrdom:
Because I was pregnant again, I wanted to scream at my nipples: “No, stop! You’ll need that hard-won, toughened outer layer again in a few months!” but apparently each baby gets a newly softened set to obliterate. Upon indoctrination into the nursing life, nipples crack and bleed like pencil erasers mangled by the mouth of an absent-minded thinker.
As always, we’ve got a mix for you that will pair perfectly with all your reading needs.
Keep it bloody weird, y’all.