The institution of marriage isn't doing so hot. In the United States, fewer Americans are getting married than ever before, while many are getting married later in life, if at all. What's to be done about it? According to journalist Lyz Lenz, blow it all up and start over. In This American Ex-Wife, a blistering memoir-meets-manifesto about the fraught gender politics of marriage and divorce, Lenz details how the end of her marriage became the beginning of her life. Raised religious and married at a young age, Lenz walked away from an unsatisfying partnership to rebuild her life on her own terms, only to discover that happiness, liberation, and freedom lay on the other side. "I believed that I would be a sad sack single mom, like you see in all the movies, but when I got to the other side, I realized, 'This is actually great,'" Lenz tells Esquire. |
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Being our semi-regular weekly survey of what's goin' down in the several states where, as we know, the real work of governmentin' gets done, and where the hot iron glows as you raise the shade. We begin in Alabama, where the state supreme court has arrived at the logical end of the anti-choice "personhood" scam, and it has done so by reading the mind of god, which I think is a terrible invasion of the Almighty's privacy, as well as a stupid way to make law. |
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Can't tell you what Martin Luther King Jr. was doing in the hours, minutes, before he delivered his "I Have a Dream" speech, but I can tell you that sixty years later, Alfred Charles Sharpton Jr. is sitting in an upholstered wooden chair in his trailer, parked on a fence line behind the Lincoln Memorial, fielding calls on his cell phone about today's rally, at which he will deliver his own speech. Can't tell you the logistical concerns MLK solved himself in the minutes before he gave his most famous public address, but I can tell you that Sharpton's cell is ring ring ringing with handlers and schedulers panicked about the lineup, about having the event shut down by the National Park Service for the bureaucratic alibi that it has run past its permitted time. On the umpteenth such call, Sharpton, who's about as calm as an August breeze, tells the anxious messenger to get ahold of Stephen K. Benjamin, a senior advisor to President Biden, and have him handle it. |
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