I continue to be flummoxed by the concept of time, dear readers, as March comes in like a lion here in my mid-Atlantic state. It has also been, quite frankly, a tough time to be a professional reader. It feels like one catastrophe after another threatening everything I hold dear, through the diabolical intersection of short-sighted technoligarchy with ethno-nationalist fascism. Frankly, I’m exhausted (and don’t get me started on how the Daylight Savings time change during the fasting month has thoroughly messed with my circadian rhythms.)
But at least I have books to help me through, even if they’re books that I can only look forward to reading once I finally find the time again. The first of these, timed perfectly to Women’s History Month, is Marianna Marlowe’s Portrait Of A Feminist: A Memoir In Essays. Through flashes of memory of her childhood in California, Ecuador and Peru, interspersed with scenes from the present day, Ms Marlowe details the evolution of her identity as a biracial and multicultural woman.
With her experiences being the child of a Catholic Peruvian mother and an atheist American father in a family that lived abroad for years, she confronts the realities that so many of us share, including unequal marriages, class structures, misogynistic literature and patriarchal religion. Her essays bring her to the two most important questions in feminism today: What does it look like to live a life in defense of feminism? And how should feminism continue to evolve in the present day?
I’ve heard mixed reviews of this one, which only piques my interest all the more. So many people have different ideas of what feminism means that it’s always intriguing to see how someone boldly proclaims the title of feminist for themself, especially in the context of intersectionality. I’m looking forward to getting a chance to dive in.








