S. G. Belknap

  • The Tragic Diet

    Living in the kinds of apartments I do means mice, often. House mice, one of the world’s most successful species—whatever that means—don’t care how much money we pay for our apartments in Park Slope,…

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  • Love in the Age of the Pickup Artist

    I first turned to the pickup artists after losing in love. Or, to be precise, winning—and then losing. Rachel and I had followed each other silently around our university’s campus in the way that…

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  • The Female Slacker

    “The Demise of the Female Slacker”: The subtitle of Meghan O’Rourke’s review of Judd Apatow’s Knocked Up in Slate confused me. At the end of the piece, O’Rourke bemoaned the paucity of female slackers in cinema. Her main…

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