How Kids’ Books Can Change Toxic Masculinity

To use the expression “toxic masculinity” unironically is to open yourself up to criticism at the hands of people that don’t seem to think it actually exists. Brown University this year actually developed a course for their students focused on unlearning toxic masculinity, and the way the television news and social media treated that nugget of typical leftist propaganda, you’d think the Ivy League was slowly transforming into a literal circus. A clown college.

But there’s so much more to this conversation than what’s offered in some novelty course in Rhode Island. We’ve seen news stories about colleges teaching classes based on Harry Potter and Game of Thrones, too, but those cycled in and out of the national consciousness as quickly as criticism about this class likely will.

The difference is that I never thought about bringing Dumbledore or Jon Snow into my curriculum as a high school English teacher. The unlearning of toxic masculinity, on the other hand, does deserve a place in the classroom. Continue reading

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I Shall Now Write a Book in a Month

November is National Novel Writing Month, and believe it or not, it’s like this whole thing.

I’ve seen it around for years, and while I don’t know exactly when or how it started, every year when November rolls around I see the NaNoWriMo stuff pop up on Twitter and wonder whether I should be participating. I typically do not, but that’s only because it looks really hard. Adult life is hard enough as it is. Continue reading

I Shall #BoostMyBio for #PitchWars 2018

About ten years ago, I wrote my first YA novel. It was dumb.

The main character was this kid named Miles who wrote a fantasy story about a vampire named Raphael Vedemicci that rode a dragon named Sylph. The kid’s actual real life sucked, so he made awesome things happen in his story to compensate for the disappointment.

I called it “The Vampire Diary.” I was deeply, unconsolably upset when “The Vampire Diaries” became an actual show on TV like a year later. I don’t know why. My book was a G-Darned disaster. I’m embarrassed to have said so much about it here, frankly. Readers deserve better. Continue reading