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Kleptomania

Flush with dopamine, I ran through the exit, past my friend's car, and through the Walmart parking lot. I was overflowing with the sheer euphoria of approaching the exit doors with stolen merchandise in tow. It was a new high, unlike any of the drugs I was trying and any of the sex I was imagining.

Ben Kaufman
 

You're Crazy, But I Love You Anyway

Instagram was a safe place to grow up, and it is true many girls take to Instagram to express their sexual maturity today. Worries from parents linger on all of the social media platforms, asking for advice about censoring and limiting hours on the sites. But, little do these parents, partners, male commentators, and legislators know, you cannot stop an innocent girl from becoming a sexual woman. She will do so anyway. Sexuality is a part of her identity, and in this society she must reconcile and integrate the identities thrown at the female form. Through art, we can discover, are we objects? Is my nudity always mine or for others to use? How much am I worth, monetarily, and how much will be paid for my corpse?

Sarah Myers
 

Ella

My grandmother was the most stylish of Bolsheviks—no Ninotchka she in spite of the occasional resemblance to a more Slavic Garbo—and my wife was a one-time traveler on the hippie highway, as she called it, with all the dissoluteness that could entail. Truthfully, I didn't know my grandmother's fiery side, I just knew the perfumed 50-ish woman who coddled her first grandchild, singing Yiddish lullabies in a thick, breathy voice you'd find in movies about the Weimar Republic. As for my wife, she too has been tempered by sorrows and childrearing, although I have seen her kick wayward New York taxicabs while crossing Rivington Street and pull up the skirt of her dress to reveal her leggings to virtual strangers, specifically me once upon a time.

Stephen Spicehandler