Read This: Fat Women, Green Statues, and Why We Like To Not Do Things

This week I read some of the best pieces of journalism I’ve read in a long while (well, since the LA Times True Crime story. Have you read that?!)

The Statue of Liberty’s Beguiling Green, Ian Frazier for The New Yorker

This. article. made. me. cry. On the subway. Perfectly timed, as I crossed the Manhattan Bridge and watched The Statue of Liberty reflect off the harbor – a daily view I take for granted. This piece made me think about my own immigrant family coming in to the harbor and seeing the statue for the first time, and what this color must have meant to them.

When we think that we have to treat immigrants cruelly in order to survive, we go against a root structure that’s deep within the city and deep within ourselves. New York City’s official colors are orange, blue, and white, but its secret, sustaining color is Statue of Liberty green.

What OJ Simpson Means to Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates for The Atlantic

I’m not even going to pull a specific quote from this. It’s Ta-Nehisi Coates. Read it.

Why Do Anything? A Meditation on Procrastination, Costica Bradatan for New York Times

Shoutout to this article for being super intense but also super relatable.

What procrastination betrays is above all an anxiety of creation: It pains us unbearably to realize that, for all our good intentions, we are agents of degradation, that instead of creating something that stays whole and incorruptible, we by our very doing make it “perishable and mortal,”… Procrastination and mourning are tied tightly together: for to procrastinate is to mourn the precariousness of your creation even before you bring it into the world.

This essay Tim Gunn wrote for The Washington Post about fat women (or lack thereof) in the fashion industry is a lot

I love the American fashion industry, but it has a lot of problems, and one of them is the baffling way it has turned its back on plus-size women…I’ve spoken to many designers and merchandisers about this. The overwhelming response is, “I’m not interested in her.” Why? “I don’t want her wearing my clothes.” Why? “She won’t look the way that I want her to look.”

Tell me what you’ve been reading!

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