HELLO and welcome to the 214th installment of Things I Read That I Love, wherein I share with you some of the longer-form journalism/essays I’ve read recently so that you can read them too and we can all know more about Cracker Barrel! This “column” is less feminist/queer focused than the rest of the site because when something is feminist/queer focused, I put it on the rest of the site. Here is where the other things are.
The title of this feature is inspired by the title of Emily Gould’s tumblr, Things I Ate That I Love.
Life in Chains: Giving Thanks at Cracker Barrel, by Cari Wade Gervin for Eater, November 2014
Oh man, I mean. CRACKER BARREL. CRACKER. BARREL. CRACKERRRRR BARRRREELLLL
Shoplifting and the Teen Girl, by EJ Dickson for Racked, October 2016
Shoplifting and white teenage girls: two images that come together in pop culture all the damn time, but also can be very true in life. This article talks about why that is.
The Exile: Kesha, Interrupted, by Taffy Brodesser-Anker for The New York Times magazine, October 2016
This is about Kesha and how her rapist has interrupted her career and the club shows she’s doing now and why some of the lyrics on her first album were pretty dumb and what’s gonna happen next and how she has changed.
The Writer Who Was Too Strong To Live, by Dave McKenna for Deadspin, October 2016
A brilliant and talented sportswriter was at the top of her game — but on the way to drinking herself to death.
On Female Friendship and the Sisters We Choose for Ourselves : Longreads, by Chloe Caldwell for Longreads, October 2016
About the writer’s friendship with Cheryl Strayed and Cheryl’s daughter Bobbi.
In my own life, in my own apartment, all I have to take care of is a jade plant, which barely needs anything. Besides that I just make sure to get out of bed every day, shower, eat protein, get a little exercise. I answer to no one. So it’s a trip, walking into Cheryl’s and having responsibility for not only two small humans but also a dog and two cats and a ﬁsh. Usually I am my ﬁrst priority, but now I am my last. When evening rolls around, I become completely overwhelmed with ﬁxing dinner, loading the dishwasher, walking the dog, getting the kids to brush their teeth.
Think of This as a Window, by Maggie Estep for “Goodbye to All That,” 2013
A girl I was dating in 2006 gave me Soft Maniacs by Maggie Estep and told me it was really good and I’d like it. She’d found it at a thrift store, which seemed like marvelous luck, ’cause it didn’t have a bookjacket or anything, so she somehow just knew it’d be good. Estep was like a lot of my favorite female writers, which is to say “sexually daring,” blunt, a little bit dirty. I was shocked to hear that she died last year. She was so young. Longreads has published Estep’s essay from Sari Bottom’s Goodbye to All That essay collection and much like Soft Maniacs, it’s gritty and wonderful.
Twilight of the Pizza Barons, by Bryan Gruley for Bloomberg, July 2014
As a Michigander, this story about the CEOs of Little Ceasar’s and Domino’s Pizza really got me right in the eyes and brain. I’d always heard rumors about the Dominos guy being super-conservative (although we held my brother’s Bar Mitzvah at Dominos Farms regardless) but didn’t realize the extent of it. Interesting guys, I guess!
Disney Should Have Closed This Attraction Years Ago. Here’s Why They Finally Are, by Brian Krosnick for Theme Park Tourist, July 2016
You don’t understand how hard it is to only provide you with one Theme Park Toursit article every two weeks. However, this one is a bit tricky because midway they advise you to read the entirety of ANOTHER Theme Park Tourist article — about The ExtraTERRORestrial Alien Encounter — to get all the required info necessary for enjoying this particular article. So I am telling you about one, but I’m also KINDA telling you about two. Anyhow this particular piece is about Stitch’s Great Escape, which true story is the worst ride I’ve ever been on in any Disney Park, because there is a part where Stitch burps chili dog into your face and nobody warned me.
This is Not My Beautiful House, by Kim France for Medium, October 2016
The ending to this one is KILLER.
Increasingly, we fought. He disliked it when I mentioned anything about work at home; he got angry when, out with friends, the attention shifted to the topic of my job, and it got to the point where I became anxious if anyone brought it up. He became fiercely critical of stupid things, alighting particularly vehemently on my toilet paper consumption, which he found excessive. It is hard enough to keep the mystery alive in the best of marriages; when your husband is confronting you mid-pee and shouting “DO YOU REALLY NEED TO USE ALL OF THAT?” you can pretty much kiss it goodbye forever.