It happened yesterday at 7:59pm. My dear friend and colleague, Olivia Rutigliano, sent me a text that I’ll never forget. It was a screenshot of her Twitter notifications. Taco Bell Quarterly (@TBQuarterly) had followed her.
What is Taco Bell Quarterly? Is it a joke? How did this even start? Are they officially affiliated with Taco Bell? Are they accepting pitches and submissions? And why didn’t they follow me, clearly the #1 fan of Taco Bell in this office? (I have receipts!! Numerous emails begging coworkers to have lunch with me at the new Taco Bell Cantina on Sixth Avenue!)
But all is forgiven because, honestly, Taco Bell Quarterly is doing the Lord’s work. They’re nacho mother’s literary magazine. According to their website:
Taco Bell Quarterly is the literary magazine for the Taco Bell Arts and Letters. We’re a reaction against everything. The gatekeepers. The taste-makers. The hipsters. Health food. Artists Who Wear Cute Scarves. Bitch-ass Wendy’s. We seek to demystify what it means to literary, artistic, important, and elite.
For whom the Taco Bell tolls, amirite?
Submissions for their third issue will be open sometime in the spring, so sit tight. They’re open to anything (creative essays, short stories, poems, multimedia projects, the works!) that explores any element of Taco Bell. And they want to hear from you—yes, you.
We welcome writers and artists of all merit, whether you’re published in The Paris Review, rejected from The Paris Review, or DGAF what The Paris Review is.
And if you have $695 to spare, maybe consider supporting the arts and purchasing their Blessed Medallion, the only item available in their online store, which may or may not give you Divine Inspiration. (If you have an extra $695 after that, maybe consider buying me one. God knows I could use it!!)
Well, that’s all for now. It’s a wrap. A crunchwrap.