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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Dear Jesus. This fuckery took me over EIGHT DAYS to read. EIGHT DAYS. I read The Canterbury Tales in less time than this.
You know how you had that person in your creative writing class? The one who researched weaving in the 12th century and then described it in excruciating detail?  And then there was the girl whose story had so much head-hopping you asked if it was supposed to be the POV of someone with dissociative identity disorder? Well, imagine those two idiots had a baby who visited this obscure town that was famous for some esoteric valuable. Because THAT FUCKING BABBY WROTE THIS BOOK.
There are 800 characters who share the same 10 pages that isn’t taken up by All Things Relating to This Cool Shit I Researched (tm). We have How To Obtain This Cool Shit techniques dating from the time of Jesus until today. Descriptions of where to find it. Descriptions of types of it (did you know there are more types of this crap found in ONE TOWN than there are forms of asbestos in the U.S.? I’m sharing this because BOTH WILL TRY TO KILL YOU.
I haven’t read a book this pointless since Tinkers. So I’m sure it will win a Pulitzer or some shit because dicks.
Evil confession: whenever one of my reviewers hits her breaking point with a book and the above happens, I kind of love it.


Discussion with myself about getting up this morning…

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I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:

1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”

2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”

3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”

4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

Always reblog

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My birth parents.


My birth parents.

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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.)