In another life, Sherman would’ve made a great drag queen. She is comfortable becoming characters like wealthy society people or the poor heartbroken or clowns or Caravaggio’s Bacchus.
When people bring up how I was an "Etsy celebrity,” I don’t think of all the appliqued T-shirts and hand knit accessories; I think of blood and booze and speed and depression.
Why am I always watching these shows that are little more than women backstabbing and backbiting? It makes me feel like I’m not practicing what I’m preaching. Am I adding to the problem?
I work at Seagull Salon on the weekends. Johanna Fateman, one of my favorite feminists, is my boss. But it all started with “Bruise Violet” by Babes in Toyland.