Happy Friday! I am pulling this thing together while eating a tiny bowl of chocolate chips. I suggest a similar snack as you peruse your weekly links. Let’s go!
On adulting in New England when you’re an Alabama girl at heart:
Grace Treutel Porter, How to Learn Your Twenties
The targeted campaign of harassment against a successful black woman continues. Show her some love.
Issie Lapowsky, Wired
I believe this in my heart to be true.
Heather Hogan, Autostraddle
“This has given women freedom, and they want to take that freedom away? So who is better, the Taliban or French politicians? They are as bad as each other.” The creator of the burkini speaks out.
Aheda Zanetti, The Guardian
Dear Hollywood: Would totally watch a lesbian farmer rom-com that begins with a cute meet at one of these LGBT Rural Summits. Think about it. Thanks!
Dan Nosowitz, Modern Farmer
Nashville is about to up the tiny number of monuments celebrating women. (And if you’re from TN, check out the 19th Amendment shirts at the end of the article!)
Anna Marchetti, Style Blueprint
“For much of the 20th century, the Ku Klux Klan flew American flags at their rallies and exalted, what historian Trevor Griffey calls, ‘Christian patriotism’ while they harassed and terrorized Black and Jewish Americans. These same sentiments embolden white ‘patriots’ today to demean and harass anyone who is not white or Christian, and they undergird the rise of Trumpism as an accepted mode of political discourse. Although it was the stolen labor of my ancestors that ‘made America great,’ my body is still is not seen as sufficiently American in many contexts. Black and brown people wrapping ourselves in the flag offers little protection from those who idealize the United States as a land of white rule; thus, we are perpetually subject to the indignities of simultaneous hypervisibility and erasure.”
Kimberly Foster, For Harriet
An interview with a Columbia, SC, artist:
“If she’s snottin’ it up good and proper about how much she loves him, you listen without calling him all the foul names you’re thinkin’. If she’s slammin’ back drinks to drown her sorrow, you sip from one glass all night so you can keep an eye out for trouble. If she wants to smoke cigarettes on the front porch while dissecting the last year of her marriage, you best have a lighter handy and buckle up for an all-nighter. The last year of her marriage will probably turn into the past decade with a high probability of a bittersweet recollection of how they first met too. You listen. You bear witness.”
Beth Hallman, On the Plus Side