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Crazy double update. Roxane Gay = Ina Garten

[working as an editorial assistant – the MA program's literary magazine]

"...and mostly relegated to opening all the incoming mail—hundreds of submissions a week from writers like me who just wanted to be discovered. It was there that I learned that one of the best ways to measure where you stand as a writer is to work at a literary magazine." (p. 101)

Chapter 26

Moving around and living with strangers she has met from the internet. her life is a mess. This is so human.

Chapter 26

A couple of weeks before junior year she leaves to meet up a man that she has chatted with online on a forum. He is in his forties, and even though this could have gone bad, no one took advantage of her. She disappeared, and no one she knew in real life knew where she was.

She was gone for over a year in Phoenix, and met some of the people that she has chatted online with. It felt good to disappear.

"... but my desire to be part of a romantic story was a very intellectual, detached one. I liked the idea of a boy asking me out, taking me on a date, kissing me, but I did not want to actually be alone with a boy, because a boy could hurt me." (p. 91)

"My senior year, some of my friends and I wrote and produced a play on sexual violence. We all had experience with assault that we had shared in one way or another over the years. On opening night, my parents were in the audience, and after, when I found them in the lobby, their bewilderment was palpable. They asked me how I could have come up with such a thing." (p. 84-85)

"Efter det har jag märkt. Män kunde lukta sig till det. De visste att jag hade förlorat min kropp, att de kunde utnyttja den som de ville, att jag inte kunde säga nej eftersom jag visste att det inte spelade någon roll. De kunde lukta sig till det och de utnyttjade det så fort de fick möjlighet."

p. 52

"Jag var bara ett föremål för honom, det var jag redan innan han och hans vänner våldtog mig. Han ville testa saker och jag var så medgörlig. Jag visste inte hur man sa nej. Det slog mig aldrig att jag kunde säga nej".

p. 51