Posts from Tasteful Rude
“TACOS”
Long Beach writer Brian Addison's ode to the culinary hot mess known as the Jack in the Box "taco"
CRUSTACEANS
Gris Muñoz writes a gentle, haunting story about love, lobster, and abusive men who flaunt their power.
JONATHAN COME LATELY—AN INTRODUCTION
Jonathan Russell Clark debuts a monthly column for Tasteful Rude detailing the choicest selections from his book-obsessed life.
OPACITY
Alejandro Herredia debuts his new Tasteful Rude column with a meditation on the word opacity.
MELODRAMA-RAMA: LOCAL FEELINGS
A few weekends ago I drove to the teeny beach town of Oceano. I had received a tip that, somewhere on California’s Central Coast, someone was performing live melodramas.
I MISS CHEESE: A VEGAN COMPLAINT
Comedian, actor, and story-teller Sammie James writes about her eternal hope for, and constant, crushing disappointment over vegan cheese.
LECTURERS’ STRIKE IN NIGERIA GROUNDS STUDENTS, LECTURERS, AND PARENTS
The university store where Bimpe Alabi sells snacks and drinks at the park is usually crawling with customers. Since University of Ilorin's lecturers have gone on strike, this has changed. Alabi stands outside, inviting passersby. Her profits have shrunk, pushing her family into hardship.
Cafecito
I think of my abuelita's stories. These tales often began with a declaration that she’d been born four months after the Titanic set sail. With a laugh, she’d swirl her ever present cup of coffee and add that the ship sank five days later. Meanwhile, she persevered. She said that it was coffee that kept her going.
MELODRAMA-RAMA: WHERE DO I BEGIN?
Katharine Coldiron's new column Melodrama-Rama takes readers on a beguiling tour of the world of melodrama.
EXTRA-METATEXTUALITY: A REVIEW OF CHUCK KLOSTERMAN’S THE NINETIES: A BOOK
In his book "The Nineties", Chuck Klosterman is not interested in what’s conventionally understood or easily graspable but in the layers that either exist deep underneath or hover loftily. It’s what makes his essays and books so fun—it allows us to reconsider accepted wisdom.
EVERYDAY SLAUGHTER
My mother knew I loved rearing livestock, chickens especially. When I was young, she bought a goat for me. Three days after we brought it home, the animal died. "Your nature might not align with the goat," she said. "Does that mean I can't rear any livestock?" Sadness encroached. "Don't worry. Let's try a hen."