Author Archives: Cathy Borders

About Cathy Borders

Writer. Book Midwife. The Republic of Letters. Waterline Writers. Omnia Vanitas Review.

Fat Girl

Though in my last post I talked about the cumbersome baggage I’m lugging around, this post is about the film, Fat Girl, not myself. Catherine Breillat is my favorite director. This week I’m devouring her films, some for the first … Continue reading

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Bad Feminist

I’m overweight. At times, this consumes me. Then, immediately thereafter I feel like a bad feminist. Roxane Gay writes in her article, Bad Feminist: As Judith Butler writes in her 1988 essay, “Performative Acts and Gender Constitution”: “Performing one’s gender … Continue reading

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Mom, I love you.

Cheryl Strayed is a badass. I picked up her memoir, Wild, because of her association with Lidia Yuknavitch (they work together in a writing group with Chuck Palahniuk), but also because the premise: lonely girl, grief-stricken and recovering from a … Continue reading

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Excuse me,

Lately I’ve been craving female companionship. As my living situation at the moment is precarious, I’ve substituted books, my paper heroines for flesh and bone people. Still reading Kate Zambreno, I stop: “I find myself afraid, feeling too fucked up … Continue reading

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To break the silence, the silencing.

From Kate Zambreno’s Heroines: I am beginning to realize that taking the self out of our essays is a form of repression. Taking the self out feels like obeying a gag order–pretending an objectivity where there is nothing objective about … Continue reading

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Scratching at my Thanatophobia

I’m afraid to die. Terrified, actually. My parents think it’s because I’m an atheist. Though, I was terrified when I was a Catholic too. As a kid, I couldn’t shake the idea that I was going to be trapped inside … Continue reading

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The Penelopiad

I love Margaret Atwood. I open one of her books, wondering if I’m going to read it next, and then I’m on page 35. Her prose is like really expensive vodka: clear, neat, but surreptitiously powerful. I love it. Just … Continue reading

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