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.
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.
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.