Author Archives: Carol-Ann Farkas

What I like to do best in this blog is tell stories—preferably witty and arch ones wherein I prevail in battle against the forces of romantic villainy and chaos (or, if necessary, turn a defeat into a clever little anecdote … Continue reading →

I started this blog for several reasons, one of which was to find a way out of writer’s block—specifically, the complete mental paralysis caused by trying to write academically. I can write in a scholarly way, and have done it … Continue reading →

Like any rational, humane person, I was horrified not only by Elliot Rodgers’ murderous rampage in Isla Vista, but also by what followed: the flood of stories at #YesAllWomen about the constant, unrelenting degradation, abuse, harassment, and violence that women … Continue reading →

  As I mentioned in a recent post on salsa, social dancing and kickboxing have a lot in common, perhaps not at the level of technique (though we learned a move the other day in salsa partnering that I picked … Continue reading →

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone…” (WH Auden) This post was originally going to be about dancing, but I’m putting that off. A dear friend has recently suffered a devastating loss—both parents within 10 days of one another—and … Continue reading →

This is why you should never leave the house without lip gloss: So I’m on my way to the airport this morning, figuring I’ll take the train rather than risk getting stuck in a taxi in rush hour. Which guarantees … Continue reading →

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love… (Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice) It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have been known of young people passing many, many months successively without … Continue reading →

So if you were a fan of How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM), and a little obsessive-compulsive, then you will have seen it through its awful last season, to its final, limping, end. After which you may have participated in … Continue reading →

It’s one of the great pleasures/curses/ironies of my life that I was too shy and self-conscious to do a lot of things when I was the age when society allows or accepts your doing them, and am only confident and … Continue reading →

  Let me be very clear—I had a fabulous time on my beach holiday. I soaked up the sun (to the point of getting stupidly burned, which, a week later, garners all kinds of compliments about how healthily-tanned I look, … Continue reading →