Books

Art supercedes what's personal. It's a philosophy that serves patriarchy well and I followed it more or less for 20 years.

That is: until I met you.

–Chris Kraus, I Love Dick

She wore red high heels and tight jeans and backcombed her hair. She scared them all. She chewed gum loudly in class, she got great grades and she knew she could fuck whoever she wanted and knew she’d fuck them better than they’d ever been fucked before. So she fucked the ones she chose to fuck. She fucked the ones who deserved her shit. And then she fucked Mark.

—Paula Bomer, Inside Madeleine

"At the end of every sexual relationship I never cry because I save my tears for shit like dog food commercials and reality television singing competitions, but I always want to because “that dude seemed cool with all my weird moles and dark fleshy patches and holy shit I can never show this wretched body to anyone ever again.”"

-Samantha Irby, “Forest Whitaker’s Neck” from Meaty

"Be careful of people who feel weak, I think. Because it's possible that one day they'll want to feel strong and you'll never recover from it. Maybe that's a thought to add to my file."

from Broken Glass Park, by Alina Bronsky

In his review of Intra-Venus, Hannah's posthumous show, Ralph Rugoff describes the artist's startling photos of her naked cancer-ridden body as "a deeply thrilling venture into narcissism." As if the only possible reason for a woman to publically reveal herself could be self-therapeutic. As if the point was not to reveal the circumstances of one's own objectification.

Chris Kraus, I Love Dick