The amount of hair shed in my home is quite frankly, ridiculous. I don’t know how I still have a full head of hair when it feels like every time I vacuum or sweep, I find enough stray strands to knit a very creepy neckerchief. But what astounds me is
I have never been big on January 1st resolutions, because that new year doesn’t feel real to me. Growing up in a Vietnamese American household, the month or two between Christmas and Tết, or Lunar New Year, always felt like a waiting period—a time to pause, reflect, and prepare for
This blog post was written prior the events of this week, but it feels impossible to share a post about women in poetry without acknowledging the tragic murder of prize-winning poet and legal observer Renee Nicole Good at the hands of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). At Spinsters Row, we
If you, like us, are seeking solitary amusements to keep you entertained (ideally ones that don’t involve doomscrolling or binge-watching six seasons of a show in a week), might we recommend a revival of some Victorian hobbies? For all their faults, the Victorians were avid hobbyists who loved a craft,
For the threads of panic knotting beneath my breast, ends trailing into my gut and tightening like a winch? All the mindfulness exercises and self care in the world can’t dispel this heavy fog of truly atrocious vibes. Is it my anxiety disorder or is it: a) living under fascism
As you may have heard, our nation’s dear leader and his minions decided to wage yet another totally necessary war — this time, on Calibri, the sans serif font that is apparently woke AF. How is Calibri a radical example of DEI and why is it, in the words of
With over 4.1 million miles of public roads, it’s no wonder that the road trip has become an all-American pastime. Earlier this year, we published a list of motorcycle routes for sunny days, but what about travel plans for that time of the year when melancholy coats our highways and
Supernatural beings often get a bad rap. Yes, it’s bad form to suck the blood or the life force out of your victims, but is it all too different from what corporate scions or social media grifters are doing every day? We’re not convinced that the ghouls, banshees, and she-demons
Sometimes you stumble across a piece of art, literature, or media that makes you stop in your tracks and ponder the delightful and unexpected places that human creativity takes us. It’s likely evident that the residents of Spinsters Row are unabashed animal lovers. If you took a peek at our
Séances have become a horror movie trope, featuring prominently in modern classics like Hereditary (a movie I refuse to watch again), The Others, and Beetlejuice, among many others. Ouija boards and the creepy embalmed hand in Talk to Me are also a variation on séances, as they represent a means
Since humans developed some form of the written word, letter writing has become a way to communicate with our loved ones, colleagues, and even enemies. From the tablet of Nanni to Ea-nasir dated around 1750BC — one of the oldest known customer complaints — to the yearning, tragic letters of
This week we celebrate National Comic Book Day (Sept. 25), which means that it’s time to brush off the dust jackets on our most treasured issues and tomes. I’m the first to admit that I’m more of a visitor than an expert on the wild, vast world of comic books
Portrait of the female pirate, from the Library of Congress collection Here are some terms and phrases that shiver our timbers: Bilged on her anchor: A ship holed or pierced by its own anchor (also an obvious innuendo) Grog blossom: Redness on the nose or face of someone who drinks
According to historians, in England prior to the 19th century, pet owners were ridiculed and derided. The Guardian notes that pet owners, “particularly when they were female, were seen as frivolous consumers who spent their money in absurd ways.” Lady Playing with a Dog c. 1670, Eglon van de Neer
It’s time to revive the lost art of flower language. These days, everyone wants you to “be direct” and “communicate like an adult,” but can healthy dialogue compete with the aesthetic charms of a bouquet hiding secret messages in its blooms? We think not. We’re not wasting our time with
Turn the corner, winding down a smoky alley lit with flickering gas lamps, follow the sound of brazen laughter and heeled boots against cobblestone… and here you’ll find yourself. Where you’ve always belonged. Welcome to Spinsters Row, a place for the rest of us. Before it was a derogatory term
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