A Certain Hunger
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Read between April 22 - May 10, 2025
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She removed herself from the world, and the world moved on.
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Romantic, slaves to the glittery, fashionable charms of Bowie, Roxy Music, and Adam Ant.
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Truffles, Italian truffles, are a course in erotics for your mouth. I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t adore them.
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This specific farinata, a thin, wood-oven-baked bread with a pleasing, crisp crust and an elastic center, stands as the apotheosis of chickpeas, which are ground for the flour. Sometimes on rainy days, I taste it, a phantom farinata accompanied by a ghostly minestrone; it’s a wish my unconscious makes, a prison tease.
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He was adequate, a typical mediocre white male whose career advanced because he was not entirely horrible. Women have to work so much harder than men to appear half as convincing.
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The goddess of femininity is cruel to mature women, crushing our brittle bones in her silken, youthful grip. As a girl, when you grow up, you become delectable. As a woman, when you grow old, you turn immaterial—unless you bear children, unless you make art, unless you leave a legacy.