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Corey Fawcett

Corey Fawcett has 2 articles published.

is a wannabe writer, late night bike rider and compulsive Saturday Night Live quoter soaking up the wonderful weirdness of Portland, Oregon. When she's not reading ridiculously in-depth analyses of Mad Men episodes, listening to Frank Ocean on repeat, or restraining herself from adopting all the dogs at the local Humane Society, she's writing fiction, book reviews, funny lists, and more. Check her out on Twitter @CoreyLaine and Instagram at Cor3yLaine for bad puns and silly post-graduate musings.

Lessons from 30 Rock’s Liz Lemon, junk food enabler

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We all know her. She shotguns slices of pizza with an unmatched fearlessness. She isn’t afraid to ask the cashier what time the old doughnuts get thrown away. She uses her oven for one thing: warming up her jeans. She is driven by her love of sugar, fat, and efficiency. She is the food-loving anti-foodie. She is 30 Rock’s Liz Lemon. She is also, unfortunately, me. Look, I know this sounds like a humblebrag. Underneath all that self-deprecation is an undeniably cool lady. Lemon writes a TV show, dates men who look like Jon Hamm, and is creative, hardworking, and side-achingly funny. Her, er, crumbier (high-fiving a million angels) shortcomings—the kind that cause her night terrors about giving birth to…

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Dancing towards unattainable perfection in Maggie Shipstead’s ASTONISH ME

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A former dance teacher once told me that the essence of ballet can be encapsulated in one word: up. Modern dancers, with their shoulder rolls and deep, sweeping lunges, stay close to the floor, while ballet dancers are in a constant battle with gravity: chins high, necks elongated, muscles constantly tugging on bones to lift arms and legs up, up, up. There is even a word—ballon—for when a ballet dancer appears to hover in the air longer than is physically possible, a pertinent symbol of what dancers spend the entirety of their careers slaving over: the appearance of effortlessness in the face of utmost control, a virtually unobtainable illusion. With this in mind, it’s understandable that most of the dancers…

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