I have always had a penchant for falling in love with fictional men. Usually they were from books, sometimes from movies and, occasionally, they captured my affections in cartoon form (much could be said for the Beast from Beauty and … Read More
Go to www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy. Click anywhere to start, and you will soon find yourself immersed in the idyllic, monotone world of Fly Guy, a middle-aged balding man whose destiny you hold at your fingertips. The opening shot of Fly Guy’s universe … Read More
Out of all the streets in the world stretching from Nevsky Prospekt in St. Petersburg to Lombard Street in San Francisco, I have spent the most time traversing Witherspoon and Nassau here in my hometown of Princeton, watching the dynamic of businesses, the ebb and flow of success and decline.
Everyone – myself included – has written pieces about the Oscars. I will certainly be watching, and I will certainly be rooting for the Disgruntled Shepherd movie this Sunday night. But this Saturday, there is another important awards show in … Read More
Two nights before Fences opens, I saw director Roger Q. Mason ‘08 in rehearsal at Theater Intime. He stood onstage, reading and gesturing for a missing actor over the top of his script. The wooden set was unpainted, and the … Read More
A-Fiber Mannequins wasn’t very well marked. I guess it didn’t need to be; people don’t often go walking down the street looking for a mannequin warehouse. Especially not in that part of Brooklyn, which seemed to support a convenience store, a sub shop, two barbers and not much else.
“Killing the Angel in the House,” wrote Virginia Woolf, “is part of the occupation of a woman writer.” This particular epithet had come to encapsulate the Victorian stereotype of sexual frigidity, otherworldly purity, and picture-perfect domesticity which was the ego-ideal for a century of unhappy women. Joyce Carol Oates has taken Woolf’s literary dictum to the next level: her Angels are not themselves killed; they themselves kill.
A slinky pack of Ivy League homos tricked me into a gay bar one early morning in the city. Instead of a name this establishment had a neon rooster above the door. By way of an explanation, one might call … Read More
The distant summer I was a naive seventeen, I remember lobbying my then-boyfriend for a date-visit to a particular bookstore. He, a bibliophile, and I, a bibliophile, the proposition was ideal. We could hold hands and with our other hands rifle through select publications, pausing now and then to turn our looks of longing from the printed pages to each other.
Sex should not be corporately sponsored or contractually bound. Sex should be neither widely distributed nor publicly viewed. Sex should not be scrutinized, spread out for display. Sex is antithetical to chartered obligations and university affiliations. It is not a … Read More
The incest taboo is something anthropologists have grappled with for ages. Besides the negative biological consequences of mating with your close relative, there seems to be a need for a differentiation of social roles of familial relations and lovers. Getting … Read More
Let’s face it – not everyone is good at sex. There are few of us who haven’t had one (or several) bad hookup experiences, and for anyone who hasn’t, you’re either incredibly lucky or you’re the one who’s bad in … Read More