“I always had the sneaking and sinking suspicion that there would have been no place for me … there were no Scarlett O’Haras in the Beat world. There were women, certainly, but they felt like cardboard cut-outs, something to move around, admire, shift gently out of the way when necessary. In fact, the only women Kerouac and Ginsberg seemed to genuinely respect were their mothers.” Lynette Lounsbury at The Guardian on falling in love with the Beat generation, which may or may not have loved her back.
"In the first few days of 'publicly' reading the book, I only received quizzical stares and saw people putting glasses on or slouching in their seats to better read the cover. It just so happened that it wasn’t until Black History Month that those silent stares turned into vocal encounters and my light commuter reading turned into a bit of a social experiment." Recommended reading: Lauren A. White's experience of reading How To Be Black in public.
The good souls at Longform.org have organized all of this year’s National Magazine Award winners.
"I can't control the kittens. Too many whiskers! Too many whiskers!" A woman writes down everything her husband says in his sleep. Why isn't this on Twitter? (via attackattack.tumblr.com)