The Vatican described Brittany Maynard’s choice to end her own life as “reprehensible,” and it wasn’t alone in that sentiment, writes John La Grange. He recounts one of the many lines of thought he heard: that Maynard’s husband should have fought against her choice, so as to have every possible moment with her. But as La Grange writes for Slate, “I would give anything to not have experienced the last week of my wife’s life.” She died of cancer, and the last days were brutal, forming memories that La Grange struggles to erase “of vomit and bedsores and things so horrible that I cannot bring myself to type them into this keyboard.” But it’s not just the images that entered his brain that trouble him; it’s the thoughts, too, the “wishing that his wife, his partner of 38 years whom he loved with all his heart, would die.” Read more on Newser…
If you’re into pop culture blogs, but not so into Nintendo, you might have noticed that a lot of people are REALLY REALLY EXCITED about the release of the Legend of Zelda franchise title Majora’s Mask for Nintendo 3DS. Nintendo announced the release for early 2015 just yesterday, and now us Zelda nerds are getting a chance to talk about, basically, how weird the game is. Forgive us. Keep reading »
Unfortunately, I’m becoming a professional at going on great dates that have awful endings. There was my first date with Scar Twin, which went off without a hitch until I fell down a flight of stairs; my first (and last) date with Jack, who wrapped up our evening by insinuating that I’m a slut; and most recently, my great — and also tragic — date with my old college friend Baby Face. Confirmed: Tears do not taste good in dirty martinis. Keep reading »
On the first Saturday of August, I woke up to a perfectly sunny sky and the news that my vibrant, youthful dad had abruptly passed away of a heart attack in the middle of his kitchen. There are lots of things to be said about the days immediately following that, but to put it lightly, it was the worst. There was nothing I could do to bring my dad back no matter how much I wished for it, and on top of it, I suddenly developed a slew of new responsibilities I never knew existed. As his only child, I was the final decision-maker for everything that happened to his remains, his personal possessions and the plans for his funeral. Luckily for me, several family members stepped in to help me out, but most every plan or legal document needed my signature to move forward, and that was scary. It was like a dark comedy film come to life. Keep reading »
Mother’s Day is when advertising distills motherhood down to home-cooked brunch, a bracelet, or a fragrant bouquet. But for far too many people, the relationship with their mom is a complicated one. Not all mothers have been nurturing and caring; not all daughters and sons have overcome the trauma of their childhoods as adults. There can be a lot of love in a mother-child relationship, but also a deep well of pain. That’s why The End Of Eve: A Memoir, by Ariel Gore, is the perfect antidote to Mother’s Day.
Several years ago, Gore, who is the editor of Hip Mama magazine, was happily in a relationship with her partner and raising a college-aged daughter and a toddler son, when she got some news. Her narcissistic, emotionally abusive mother, Eve, announced she had cancer.
So, Gore and her family picked up their lives and moved to spend the last couple of years caring for Eve — who, in turn, made everyone’s lives difficult in every possible way, like reporting Gore and her partner to Child Protective Services for (nonexistent) child abuse. But Gore was dedicated to both caring for her sick mom and trying to keep her relationship with her girlfriend together.
As a memoirist, Ariel Gore is gifted: she is able to tell a heartbreaking story of illness and betrayal with the perfect mix of respect, humor and irreverence. I called Gore at home to talk about The End Of Eve, which I absolutely devoured. Our conversation is after the jump!
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