A manifesto after our own heart

Charlie Kaufman shows how the sausage is made. This is an absolute must-read, must-reread.


http://guru.bafta.org/sites/learning/files/guru_sws_ck_transcript_final.pdf


Call for Submissions

To whom it may inspire: With our latest issue hot off the press, We Still Like is already lighting the fuse on the powder keg that will be our next issue. We are now accepting submissions for We Still Like issue 4. The theme is… Alchemy   But before you put on your wizard hats,


Becoming a Man at Midnight: On Werewolves and Women Writers

In 1985, when I was still bald and crawling, Michael J. Fox was sprouting hair from his hands and taking to the streets at midnight. The movie was Teen Wolf and the premise was simple: a physical transformation turns Fox into wolf — specifically werewolf — via a curse passed down from his father, who


Wedding Packages

Every Bride deserves a wedding that accurately reflects their commitment to love, which is why Loveco has created a several tiered love management system for the perfect wedding on any budget — from appropriate to offensive. Let Loveco handle the planning, so you don’t ruin the most important day of your life with the wrong


Consextualize

I recently created another online dating profile. My first attempt last fall was deleted after a string of no follow-ups and a whole lot of misunderstood intentions but you know what? Maybe I didn’t give it a fair shot. I described my foray into online dating last fall as “sport dating.” I wasn’t even taking


ALMOST Issue Release Party

In what is possibly the best thing ever said about us, Evan Karp calls We Still Like artisanal literature, “with writing so potent it forces you to re-evaluate your grasp of language and the power of literature.”   Come get your small-batch art on tonight at the We Still Like: ALMOST Issue Release Party! We


Experimenting with the Experimental (with Experimental Results)

The first time I took psychedelic drugs I became obsessed with the problem of being “in between.” Of course this was during college, and everything actually was in between — I was a girl not yet a woman, in-between dorm rooms and first apartments, in-between freshman fifteen and just plain fat. Not to mention I