by Deborah Quinn | Apr 22, 2016 | aging, Feminism, pop culture, sex
I read Alice Walker’s novel The Color Purple when I was about fourteen, probably too young to understand its full complexity. All I understood was that the world conspired against Celie–and at fourteen, that’s sort of how the world felt to me, too....
by Deborah Quinn | Mar 26, 2013 | Feminism, Gender, growing up, Kids, Parenting, Politics, Products, ranting, sex, shopping, Uncategorized
I will not be the only blogger who writes about this latest “ooh aren’t we edgy” marketing campaign; there are bloggers with far bigger platforms than mine who will draw attention to the latest entry in the “How Low Will Corporations Go”...
by Deborah Quinn | Mar 2, 2012 | Books, marriage, pop culture, sex
So I read a fairy tale the other day. Actually, three fairy tales. A trilogy about a young girl who meets a handsome stranger with a dark secret. They fall in love (you knew that was coming, right?), overcome a variety of obstacles, banish inner demons, get married,...
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 1, 2012 | Children, Kids, marriage, sex
New Year’s Morning. Caleb and I are walking back to our hotel from Patisserie Claude, in the West Village. I am tired, not from too much champagne but from being awakened by the rantings of a very drunk, very angry woman in the hotel room next to ours. ...
by Deborah Quinn | May 11, 2011 | Children, Gender, growing up, sex
The other day I was just out of the shower but not yet dressed when Caleb walked into my room with some pressing question about legos, or about some injustice perpetuated by his older brother. I decided not to call attention to my general nekkid state by telling him...
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 3, 2011 | NYC, sex, street notes
I mean really, when is the last time you saw someone actually put a quarter into the phone slot and make a phone call. Is it even a quarter any more? For that matter, when is the last time that you–or anyone you know–picked up one of those pay phones and...
