Who You’re Sitting Next To At This Dinner Party: Cary Webb

This year, I’ve decided to run a series of short interviews with some of the marvelous people I know or have worked with (or both), because I know far too many fascinating people not to share.  Each person answers the same questions.  All of them give thought-provoking, interesting, wonderful answers.

These are the people you’re sitting next to at this dinner party.  Enjoy.

Cary Webb has your number, so watch out.

Please describe yourself in 25 words or less.  

Sales Manager at the Feminist Press, a nonprofit indie feminist publisher, and sometimes fat activist.

What are three things about you that most people either don’t know or wouldn’t expect? 

a) I was way into death metal as a teen. Everyone in my all black and latino high school knew who I was because of it and I got quite a bit of grief for it. Back then black kids just weren’t supposed to listen to rock. But by college I had become fascinated with goth music and then I was really goth.

b) Lots of people know I’ve been into sci-fi and comic books, but what they wouldn’t know is that, I’m kinda growing out of it. It’s true. I have no desire to see The Hobbit. I read the book about six times when I was 12 and I can barely remember the story…but I do remember hating all the poems. Go figure.

c) I minored in Japanese in college, but I still can’t speak it fluently.

Of the things you’ve done in your life so far, what are you proudest of?



Working at The Feminist Press is pretty good. I really like the books we do. Introducing Lesley Kinzel to our editorial director, Amy Scholder resulted in us publishing Two Whole Cakes, which was our first book about size acceptance.

What’s an as yet nonexistent thing about which you’ve thought “why hasn’t someone created that yet?”

Bra pockets, but not the ones that someone tried to sell last year with the pockets in the armpits. Yuk. Plus, how are you supposed to reach in there to get stuff without looking like a lunatic. Not sure who thought that would be a good idea. No, I mean bra pockets for chesty ladies who have room in the side of the cup to put your phone, your cards, your keys, tissue, money, lipstick, whatever will fit and still be discreet. Only reason I haven’t done it is because I haven’t yet figured out how to make a pocket that you can just attach to your existing bras without damaging your bras, knowing how to sew, or irritating your skin when the pocket is not in place. And if anyone manages to make this after reading this. I want 50% of the earnings. Seriously.

If you could get everyone who reads this to do one thing, just once, what would you get them to do?

Eat bacon ice cream. Seriously, it’s like salty, smoky, creamy, and sweet all in one spoonful. It’s soooo good.