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'She's A Boy I Knew' wins praise |
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Written by Denise Sheppard
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Monday, 05 November 2007 |
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 At the age when small children are thinking about their first day of school and how to ride a bike, Gwen Haworth (who was at the time a young boy named Steven) knew -- even in her childlike state -- that her gender identity was awry. Even at that oft-innocent age, her instincts were to keep those desires secret from everyone, something she kept to herself for more than two decades. “I’ve been aware of this since I was four,” admits Haworth. “That meant 23 years of keeping this secret hidden, 23 years of self-hate and internalized transphobia.” The frustration in her words are palpable, but the softness in her spirit resonates peace above and beyond all other emotions. Know this: this is no queer tragedy. In fact, Gwen Haworth’s story is inspiring and worth celebrating, one which comes complete with a happy ending.
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Gym Norms and the Archetypal Diner |
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Written by Sarah Terez Rosenblum
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
 You get used to different things in different places. That’s the US Magazine take on a Scientific American concept. (The Cat Fancy version, while insightful, dwells too long on the eating habits of Calicos to be relevant for our purposes.) Perhaps this phenomenon exemplifies object permanence, or possibly people are just that self-centered. Whatever the psychological underpinning, the brain has a notable tendency to imprint on your specific location, as if all other locations are less real than yours. Like, if you frequent a diner in Bowling Green, Ohio, although logic dictates that other diners in other places exist, your Bowling Green diner for you, exemplifies the essential dinerness of a diner. It’s your default diner, the one you picture when someone says, “Hey guys, I could really go for some home fries. Let’s hit the diner!” It is, in some irrational way, the only diner. This single-mindedness, this diner-vision if you will, is not solely eatery-associated. Rather, it indicates an inability to think outside of one’s specific circumstances, and it can happen with relation to virtually anything |
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An Interview with Beth Arentsen |
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Written by Sarah Terez Rosenblum
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Sunday, 09 September 2007 |
 New York singer/songwriter Beth Arentsen is the girl next door, that is if you live in an art school dorm. With the kooky flair for the dramatic and piano prowess of Tori Amos along with the thoughtful lyrics and business acumen of Ani DiFranco, Arentsen has moved confidently from her work as the lead singer in the jazz/funk/electronica band P-1 to her recent, more personal solo CD, Sap. Arentsen passed through Chicago in late July, alighting at the upscale coffeehouse Uncommon Ground where she took a few minutes to chat with me as the cafe clattered and murmured around us. |
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Andy Rooney Isn’t Actually Dead |
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Written by Sarah Terez Rosenblum
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Wednesday, 29 August 2007 |
 We all know by now that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. Am I the only one who has always been vaguely troubled by women’s alleged Venusian citizenship? I’m no linguistics expert, but any layperson can see that Venus rhymes with penis. And men are the ones with penises. Therefore, doesn’t it stand to reason that men would be from Venus, and women would be from…I don’t know, maybe Pluto? See, Pluto rhymes with fructose, and you know how woman love them some sugary snacks. Okay, that’s a stretch. Some women really enjoy Fritos. Or cheesy popcorn. Ooh! Or sour cream and onion Sun Chips. God do I have PMS. Also Pluto doesn’t really rhyme with fructose. It kind of rhymes with prosciutto though. So maybe Italian women are from Pluto. Except that I don’t think Pluto is even a planet anymore. Why exactly was its title revoked? Did nude pictures surface? Did it get another DUI? And if Pluto isn’t a planet, where does that leave women? They say we’re in the post-feminist era, but here it is 2007, and not only do women still make seventy-five cents to a man’s dollar, but now their home planet has been eradicated as well. I don’t know about you, but statistics like that make me want to forcibly impregnate Scott Baio. God do I have PMS. But wait, maybe women should be from Uranus, because even if Uranus doesn’t rhyme with vagina, at least women have anuses. Yeah, that works: Men are from Venus, women are from Uranus. |
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The Top 10 Lesbian Vehicular Preferences |
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Written by Erin Mays
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Sunday, 19 August 2007 |
 Dykes and their cars. Our vehicles are more than just a mode of transportation; more than even a fashion statement -- the choices we make about our cars are true lifestyle decisions. The process is a form of self-expression, and largely the reason automakers like Subaru and Mercedes are falling all over themselves to appear in LGBT programming like The L Word. Who'da thought that we'd have so much purchasing power in this day and age? Whether you're looking for a new ride or just a good laugh, check out our guide to the Top 10 Lesbian Vehicular Preferences. |
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