Regina Cannot Explain It All

I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. I'm a senior editor and reviews coordinator for RT Book Reviews, a Brooklyn-based magazine dedicated to covering women's genre fiction. All opinions are mine.

Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, literature, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, cooking, absurd humor, philosophy and the role of irony in the modern world.

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Hope is dangerous. Hope leads to expectations, which lead to disappointment. Disappointment in others is tough. But disappointment in yourself is far worse. I’m not expecting others to disappoint me. No — I am my own dream killer.
A.R. Torre, THE GIRL IN 6E

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow and touching up my balayage and I kind of know what I’d like the cut to look like but INPUT is appreciated. The Olivia Wilde cut (lowest right) is my favorite but I’m torn. Thoughts, Tumblr?

[T]he drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via lifeinpoetry)
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

We didn’t get a group photo because there was too much drinking and playing Kim Kardashian: Hollywood, but if there’s something better or more fulfilling than having ramen and many bottles of wine and laughing pretty much every second with natface, lenorebeadsman, meow-sense and @fussy-cut (you failed me, Tumblr), don’t tell me because my brain can’t handle that kind of joy.

(Also, Lenore’s not in this photo but she looked amazing.)

I probably shouldn’t be angry that my mom invited me and Tom, on a Friday afternoon, to my cousin’s Sunday barbecue and offered to pay for us to rent a car and drive out there because my cousin lives on the far, far end of Long Island. Like…it’s nice? It’s generous? But she hasn’t visited me in Brooklyn since I literally went to the Bronx, got on an express bus WITH HER into Manhattan and then in a cab WITH HER to my apartment in Park Slope. The very fact that she can’t seem to be bothered to get on a bus or train to visit me in Brooklyn yet CAN spend an exorbitant amount of money on a rental car to get me to expend the time and energy she doesn’t want to is just infuriating. 

Sorry, mom. Sorry that I grew up and moved out, unlike literally 0 of my family members who all moved from their parents’ houses to their marital homes. Sorry that I expect you to act like an adult who can handle a real relationship with your adult child where there is an even give-and-take instead of you just getting what you want without having to do anything even remotely uncomfortable. Because spending money can be considered generous, but probably significantly less so if it’s just a convenience tax.





Jenny Holzer

My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me 

My arrogance knows no bounds
And I will make no peace today
And you shall be so lucky
To find a woman like me

Today neither will the East claim me
nor the West admit me
Today my belly is a well
wherein serpents are coiled
ready to poison the world,
and you should be so lucky.

All I have is my arrogamce
I will teach it to lean back
and smoke a cigarette in your faces,
and you should be so lucky

No I will make no peace
even though my hands are empty
I will talk as big as I please
I will be all or nothing
And I will jump before the heavy trucks
And I will saw off my leg at the thigh
before I bend one womanly knee

I am poison
And you will drink me
And you should be so lucky.

Ishtar Awakens in Chicago by Mohja Kahf

will always reblog

(via administratorginalinetti)

I’ve never seen American Ninja Warrior before but holy shit, Kacy Catanzaro. All the heart eyes emojis.

Do you think the reason “Brooklyn Girls” has irritated so many people is that it points out how much image-constructing is involved in a certain subset of people who want to believe that they’re totally above anything as pedestrian and spiritually empty as constructing an “image” or adopting a pose. I mean…yes? Obviously?

I’m all for experienced writers and reviewers and bloggers being paid what they deserve. But when a dude freelancer tries to negotiate for a much higher-than-average rate by saying he thinks being a male critic reviewing romance is an amazing boon? Seriously, seriously go fuck yourself, dude. Your penis doesn’t lend credibility to anything.