Shani Silver

1 week ago | lyz.substack.com | Minda Honey |Shani Silver |Glynnis MacNicol

The only reason I can continue writing and working as an independent feminist voice out of middle America is because people pay to subscribe to this newsletter. Become a paying subscriber and support the voices you want to hear more of in this world. After I ended my 12-year marriage in 2018, I decided that unless the health insurance marketplace collapsed, I didn’t want to marry ever again.

Jun 27, 2024 | refinery29.com | Shani Silver

At some point, I stopped calling them dates. That term wasn’t working for me. The word “date” carries with it a waft of romance and excitement that I simply wasn’t comfortable assigning to an event where I met a stranger for the first time and hoped his profile photos were accurate. I truly don’t know how to date anymore. There are two dimensions to this. The first: I don’t know how to physically continue.

Jun 12, 2024 | newsbreak.com | Shani Silver

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Jun 12, 2024 | refinery29.com | Shani Silver

So… fear. For me, fear has always been an order to retreat, to make for safer ground and stay there. It makes me shrink and avoid and feel very small, misdirecting the anger I feel about whatever is happening around me inward at myself for being a coward, rather than outward at the world for dicking me around. As it pertains to travel, fear means I stay home. Or at least I used to.

Jun 4, 2024 | cruelsummerbookclub.substack.com | Jillian Anthony |Shani Silver

I followed the link of a drawing of a juicy ruby pomegranate to a post hyping up an IRL dating event from Hidden Gems. (Tagline: “Too precious for the apps.”) I’d seen flyers for their events at my gym, and I even knew a girl who had attended one and got a nice date out of it. Plus, anyone who knows me knows that I voraciously eat pomegranates come winter. So I took the inviting art as a sign. “You know what…I’m down,” I wrote my friend back. I bought a $25 ticket and there was no looking back.