The YA Issue

UPDATE: I wrote this more than eight years ago. Since then, my views have greatly evolved. I no longer believe a lot of what I wrote in here. The heavy handed moralizing is due to a stint I had with the Catholic Church, but that's long pass. I still believe that art should better society in some way, even as it seems purposeless. But I no longer have such rigid standards about the methodology. If anything, I believe that good art forces us to confront the ugly truths inside us. I think I can fairly say that the me who wrote this essay was avoiding some truths she'd been confronted with. I'm not going to remove this. Fuck, no one is ever going to even read it except me since this blog is a long fossilized piece of history that very few knew about or interacted with in the first place. But I'll know that once upon a time when I excavated this blog via long forgotten passwords and platforms, I saw this post, realized it was problematic, and did something to address it.