Lisa is an accidental freelance writer with a lot of feelpinions. She holds a PhD in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies, making her a scary, raging feminist. She is an assistant professor of the liberal arts and the editor of Render: Feminist Food and Culture Quarterly. When she isn’t busy dropping knowledge on ya, Lisa can be found shopping for clogs, guzzling champagne, cry-singing to lady bands, and writing embarrassing, juvenile poetry.
What I Do, Job-wise: Writer, Teacher, Editor
What I Do, Fun-wise: Cry into expensive goblets of vintage champagne.
My Motto: “It’s better to have loved and lost then to have been happy.”
My Anti-Motto: “Don’t Burn your Bridges”
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: I can’t remember. The first lesbian sex dream I had was about Catherine Zeta-Jones in Entrapment, though.
My “celebs to make out with” list: Is it weird that I only want to write in the names of poets here? Oh well: Matthew Dickman, Hannah Gamble, Ariana Reines, Tony Hoagland, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Edna St. Vincent-Millay. James Franco, but don’t tell him that. He seems a little emotionally unstable.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: The Sound and the Fury
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: black tights and gigantic hoop earrings
Beauty Products That I Hoard: black eyeliner and bright lipsticks, face lotions, perfumes that smell like food products
I smell like: Shame. Shame and victory. No wait, that’s just shame.