The Message is the T-Shirt
To me, the only wrong place to wear a political t-shirt is church.
Alisa Harris
Alisa Harris has a B.A. in English from Hillsdale College in Michigan. She is a reporter for WORLD Magazine, writer for Patrol Magazine and teaches a journalism class at The King's College. She writes from quirky coffee shops in Brooklyn, New York.
Resolved: Placemats
December 25, 2009
A simple New Year’s resolution to claim order, sanity and humanity.
Read My Pins
Madeleine Albright wore her collection with a knowledge too many women in politics forget.
The Thing About Bruno
July 31, 2009
After I watched Bruno, I left the theater desperately praying to gays, blacks, Jews, Arabs, babies, Baptists, and God for forgiveness. Then I stood in line at the Shake Shack for 45 minutes because drinking alcohol felt too dirty and it seemed the wholesomeness of a milkshake was all that could purge my soul.
Disclaimer: I [...]
No Country for Old Mades
June 5, 2009
No Country for Old Men and Made of Honor assault our sense of justice in very different ways.
The Almost-Rich Get Famous
April 3, 2009
In Spoiled, Caitlin Macy gives a devastating diagnosis of the Upper East Side’s almost-rich.
We’ll Always Be Here
March 13, 2009
Everlasting Moments, the beautiful story of a Swedish woman whose photography gives her hope.
A Kegger in Your Brain:
The United States of Tara
February 13, 2009
Looking at United States of Tara and Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Financial Frenzy:
Don Delillo’s Cosmopolis
January 16, 2009
The novel is about a suicidal, mad pursuit of knowledge – about the desire for immortality through information – and the crash that follows. It is one of those prescient books that resonates more today, with our own financial titans falling, than when it was written in 2003.
Dysfunctional Festivities
December 5, 2008
The holidays are happy because they force us to leave the warmth of the illusion of adulthood and watch our years of therapy slide down the sink with the scraps of Christmas dinner and our dignity, as our pretensions to maturity explode into the sibling rivalries we founded at the age of three. A Christmas [...]