It’s Wednesday, here’s what I’m reading!
Around the internet:
“Hunger Makes Me” by Jess Zimmerman for Hazlitt (trigger warning for discussions of disordered eating)
Women talk ourselves into needing less, because we’re not supposed to want more—or because we know we won’t get more, and we don’t want to feel unsatisfied. We reduce our needs for food, for space, for respect, for help, for love and affection, for being noticed, according to what we think we’re allowed to have. Sometimes we tell ourselves that we can live without it, even that we don’t want it. But it’s not that we don’t want more. It’s that we don’t want to be seen asking for it.
Do you have someone in your life who has said the words “I’m voting for Donald Trump?” or even, “I’m not voting for Donald Trump, but I like that he’s not afraid to speak his mind!”? Read “The Cowardice of Donald Trump”, written by Peter Beinhart for The Atlantic.
I’m glad Trump is now speaking to more diverse crowds. I’m glad because, in so doing, he’s proving that when it comes to “political correctness,” conservative politicians and pundits aren’t more courageous than their liberal counterparts. They’re just more isolated from the ethnic and racial minorities about whom they speak. When the distance disappears, the “bravery” does too.
This absolutely fascinating feature written by Ian Parker over at the New Yorker about Pete Wells, the food critic for The New York Times. I’ve always wanted that job but now I’m fairly sure I couldn’t handle that amount of power. “Pete Wells Has His Knives Out”
“I’m very reluctant to break the fourth wall,” Wells had said to me earlier, speaking of restaurant staff. “But I wish there were some subtle way to say, ‘Don’t worry!’ ” He sighed—he often sighs—and added, “I can’t honestly say that. Because sometimes they should worry.”
I have very complicated feelings about Kanye West and several of them are summed up in this article by Rollie Pemberton for Hazlitt, “Pushing the ‘Ye Button'”
And it’s as if he’s translated that ambition to his fans, a plugged-in youth culture paying tribute to an avatar that often seems like the embodiment of artistic and personal freedom. They forgive his narcissism, his rampant capitalism, his excessive pridefulness, for the potential that he represents: a future where artists can work without boundaries. Harry S. Truman was the 33rd President of the United States but before that, for a time, he was a haberdasher, selling suits and men’s accessories at Truman & Jacobson Haberdashery in downtown Kansas City in 1919. He would become president 26 years later. So with his idols in mind, when Kanye raps “2020, I’ma run the whole election,” it suddenly doesn’t seem that outlandish.
The Regulars, by Georgia Clark – a book I really, really wanted to love