In this final installment, I recount my second month dieting with Roland Barthes.
Autoethnographic Writing
Whether short-form or long-form, personal memoir or speculative fiction, The AutoEthnographer seeks to publish your evocative expressions of the cultural made personal.
"I’m Pinkie, the brash I don’t give a fuck alter ego of Renata Ferdinand. I am emerging from the shadows, and blissfully, with my own column."
One Man’s Perspective on Grieving and Death is a narrative representation of death as a universal humanistic theme.
"When a favorite perfume ceases to exist, it is another kind of death. Having been created, it leaves a special sort of emptiness," from Eulogy for a Perfume.
In this 2nd of my Processing Parental Grief series, Calliandra receives a letter from her mother weeks after her death.
"If abortion can be banned, largely due to Christian beliefs, what is to stop an overturning of the legalization of gay marriage or the disestablishment of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?” If The Handmaid’s Tale taught me anything, it is to never believe that I am truly safe, untouchable."
"When I was first accepted into the PhD by research program in the UK, I had mixed feelings, mainly because I was about to pursue a career that I didn’t have the heart for, and partially because I would need to explore yet another new culture, country, and environment."
This is a humorous narrative nonfiction account of the strangest job I ever had working for a kooky fitness guru in Manhattan for six years.
Can a colorless person have any sense of what it feels like to be prejudged against, before “the you - inside yourself” opens your eyes in the morning?
U. Melissa Anyiwo·
All ContentAutoethnographic EssaysCelebrating Dr. Patricia Leavy's Social Fiction 2024Reflections on Method
··31 min readThis piece is intended to give you a sense of the ways in which I use Low-Fat Love in the classroom and why just using it makes the world a better place.
"We began this autoethnographic essay thinking about the love the teachers have for their students."
Story-worlds were magical—they transported me to different places where I’d meet new people, and learn about their lives in visceral ways.