Mia Timpano, selected magazine articles

A random selection of Timpano’s love and hate mail:

“It seems as if she is being deliberately antagonistic for the sake of it.”

“Each time I laughed it was like 10 people stabbing me in the stomach, but it was too funny — I couldn’t stop reading. Eventually Frankie had to be taken away because I was in too much pain (there were tears).”

“[She] seems to be living in a very dark and bitter place.”

“Mia Timpano is a fucking legend. The other day I choked on a Kalamata olive from laughing and almost died, reading her article about the fat guy in the cowboy hat, or something.”

“I lost it, and needed tissues.”

“Why such negativity?”

“Dear Frankie, I was most excited to read of Mia Timpano’s knowledge of the California Walnut.”

“The opening paragraph referred to pig shit.”

“Annoying.”

“Hey, I wanted you to know that the psychiatric hospital at which I work as a nurse has a very large number of people both in the patient and staff communities that really enjoy the copies of your zine that I randomly print out and leave lying around the place.”

“I sensed a general distaste for all things living.”

“I would like to send her to a monastery to take a vow of silence and meditation for a year and then decide whether she gives a ‘mini-fuck’ about anything.”

“Nothing has slaughtered me like your love-ode to Meat Loaf.”

“I was shaking with laughter, tears running down my face.”

“You Are My Hero.”