Why These Tweets Are Called My Back
So-called Toxic Twitter is made up of marginalized women of color for whom social media started out as yelling into the void and became a grassroots movement
Distracted by Attention
As an increasingly transforming metric can attention be understood in terms of an economy? On Yves Citton's Pour Une Écologie de l'Attention
The Honeyed Siphon
For 14 years I have lived a hamfistedly biopolitical life, in which all food is quanta and my blood talks in numbers.
Host in the Shell
Immune systems don’t make for clean narratives, even as we expect them to keep us pure
Weight Gains
Capitalist agriculture has found the best spot to store its surplus: in the bodies of workers
What's the Matter Boss, We Sick?
Centuries of colonial domination have the leaders of Liberia, Sierra Leone and Guinea more focused on not exporting Ebola than on curing it within their borders.
Of Suicide
Questions of intent can’t get to the real roots of suicidal experience
Softer Than Softcore
ASMR and the post-pornographic pleasures of diagnosis
The Sororal Death
Writing about a disease suffered almost exclusively by women presents the disordering question of form
Who Cares
The supposedly natural emotions of love and compassion are used to compel many people, especially women, to work for free
Crazy in Love
Caring for someone with a mental illness forces you beyond all conventional measures of worth or meaning
Daughters Have Their Own Agenda
White supremacist heteropatriarchy blames black women for the "absent black father," invisibilizes the women who most suffer from that father's absence, and uses that invisibility as the foundation of male identity
Keeping Kayfabe
Pro wrestling plays out important narrative contradictions about competition and collusion, but academic analyses rarely get past calling it 'fake' and 'gay'
The Speech of Things
When objects are called on to give legal testimony, it forces lawyers, architects and designers to rethink their practices.
Queering the Void
For all its straight lines and family homes, Orange County can’t hide the reality of its bourgeois drag
Boom and Rust
A Gold Rush ghost town embalms the risks that haunt all California settlements.