by Rebecca Solnit, 2014
Ah, mansplaining. Who among us hasn’t suffered to listen to a man tell us what we already know? In my case, it’s most often come from those telling me how to run my business when they have no knowledge of said business and no idea why I’ve made some of the very valid decisions I’ve made (like, what you are insisting I do is, in fact, illegal in this state). Mansplaining is not new, but the term gained quite the life after the publication of the essay that bears the same name as this book. What starts as a humorous anecdote of Solnit being schooled on a book that she wrote turns into a much needed examination of women’s silencing. And before you’re quick to jump to the defense, Solnit readily admits that [hashtag] not all men are like this. I know not all men are like this too, but I’ll be damned if not all women have been affected by some of the behavior she discusses in this essay collection.
by Laura Jones & Heather McDaid, eds., 2017
Leave it to Book Riot to not only force me to read outside of my typical bounds, but also to lead me right to the perfect books at the perfect times. When I read their article extolling British indie publisher 404 Ink‘s Nasty Women: A Collection of Essays & Accounts on What It Is Like to Be a Woman in the 21st Century, I jumped at the chance to use it to fulfill the “read a book published by a micropress” challenge task. While the book went immediately out of print on the day of its release – International Women’s Day – I was pleased to receive notice the very next day that the ebook was available for immediate download. Download I did and not only am I glad to have crossed off this difficult task, I’m happy to have done it while also providing support to the authors speaking on these very necessary subjects.
by James Baldwin, 1963
“A civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.”
I read that sentence and it was as if I had been struck. Much of the book hit me in this way, coming at me as if its words were desperate to be seen. For although The Fire Next Time was written over 50 years ago, its message is, to put it indelicately, TIMELY AS FUCK. This should be history, I thought to myself. I should not be able to identify with this as closely as I do. We should have moved past this by now. Yet there I was, feeling the full weight of Baldwin’s call to action as if it had been published yesterday. It is disheartening and maddening to know how much we need Baldwin’s writings today, but how amazing it is that we have his voice to put out into the world what many of us struggle to put into words. We need writers to do this for us and, even after his death, James Baldwin does the job perfectly.
by Leslie Jamison, 2014
I was first drawn to The Empathy Exams when I read an article about its titular essay. In it, the author recounts her days as an actor of sorts, one who mimics ailments for medical students to diagnose in effort to improve their skills. The essay interested me because, a) I had no idea such a thing existed, and b) how else would doctors learn to listen to patients and not run them over with their own ideas of their problems? Empathy is no doubt lacking in our society…from those with privilege refusing to understand the plight of those without to those who would enact laws that have no effect on them to, yes, those who would attempt to cure a body without listening to the one inhabiting said body. Empathy is a great topic to tackle. I wish I could say Jamison did it better.
by Roxane Gay, 2014
One of my favorite things to admit is how quickly my identity as a feminist would be questioned if one were to look at my Spotify playlist. As much as I champion my right to remain single, independent, and with equal opportunity, I still like to shake it like a salt shaker when the Ying Yang Twins come on. I find it amusing because it goes against the grain of the stereotypical notion of “feminist.” Truthfully, I freely admit my penchant for booty music because it exemplifies one of my core beliefs about feminism – there’s no one right way to be a feminist.
The thing about The Best American series is that it can be hit or miss on a personal level. You’ll get some essays that don’t make too much sense and cause you to question their inclusion, and you’ll get some others that strike you perfectly and you’re so glad for having read them. The Best American Essays 2015 is no different. There were some that I loved, that I felt spoke directly to me, and there were others that left me wondering about the criteria for inclusion.
Hair is a touchy subject. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading Me, My Hair, and I: Twenty-seven Women Untangle an Obsession (Elizabeth Benedict, 2015), it’s that none of us have the hair we want. You may be jealous of the woman with the long, straight, thick locks and she may have spent a childhood fighting with the overabundance of flat hair. You may envy someone’s springy curls and she may have traumatic memories of frizz and broken combs and painful tangles. You may admire someone’s hair for being “exotic” and all she may know is that for all of her life, her hair marked her as “other.” We are united in our search for “perfect” hair, but our definition of that is as diverse as our own selves.