Yasmin Nair

Unless you’re an actual — and Western-based — doctor, please don’t write to me to ask what I have and to diagnose my conditions without seeing me, or to tell me which magical Eastern plant or some hour-long cooking regimen and meditation really worked for you; I’m really not interested (using a Neti pot is what gave me an ear infection that lasted for nearly two years, so you’ll understand my irritation with “natural” remedies).

Remember the rule: Dance like you’re alone in your living room.  Email like every word you spit out could one day become part of something like a Jenny Holzer series set in Times Square.  With your name and address attached.

On the one hand, hurrah, lots to write about.  On the other hand, it feels like a real struggle to produce work that takes on nuanced, critical positions that don’t simply pretend that everything that’s happening is part of a new horror.