It has been nearly eight months since I last checked in to this space. Every time I felt inspired to write, the world seemed too desperate, too stressful, too all-over shitty to write about frivolity. So I didn’t.
Besides the reign of pure fuckery that Tr*mp has brought upon the world, Larry and I have had a rough six months out here in the PNW, from work stuff to family stuff to adult crap that no one ever wants to deal with, but we’re hanging in there. Thanks
champagne wine! And for all her adoring fans: Tippy is fine!!!
Anyway. I want to write again, but this is a muscle I haven’t flexed in a long time, so let’s start with something easy. Here are some things I’ve been enjoying through these dark days.
Two Bossy Dames: their weekly e-newsletter is the highlight of my Fridays (second only to a new Entertainment Weekly in my mailbox, but those sometimes arrive on Thursdays or Saturdays and I value consistency, SO). Written by two fantastic librarians, Dame Sophie and Dame Margaret, with links to everything you never knew you needed to know, it’s my favorite way of staying up on the fight against the goddamn patriarchy. Plus, books, podcasts, music, and often entire issues dedicated to one Harry Styles. Subscribe here and let your coven draft begin!
This article: speaking of great things I found via Two Bossy Dames: This! This! This! I was running with two friends yesterday, and we were discussing how we often feel like nags with our significant others. My solution? “Just do what I say!!” I yelled as we looped around Green Lake. “Don’t make me nag!” Probably not the healthiest solution, but what to do? This article, “Women Aren’t Nags – We’re Just Fed Up,” explained so much about this feeling. Yes yes yes.
Dirty John podcast: eeeek, this is creepy! I haven’t written about my #1 podcast, My Favorite Murder, here, but it feels like it’s too old and everyone knows about that now (and if you don’t, then subscribe!!). I read about Dear John in the EW with Idris Elba on the cover (meoooow) and binged the first three episodes immediately. I’m dying to start my commute home so I can keep going. Here’s a preview from Mashable: Love. Family. Betrayal. The L.A. Times and Wondery‘s Dirty John has it all, pieced together in a riveting six-part podcast series. It’s the twisted story of Debra Newell Stewart, a divorceé in Los Angeles who meets the too-good-to-be-true John Meehan on a dating site. They hit it off and things move at warp speed, but something is amiss from the start.
Old friends: I flew to Chicago a few weekends ago to see four of my dear high school friends, one of whom, E, I’ve known for more than 30 years; she’s my bud from way back in kindergarten. Most of the weekend was spent watching football, eating junk food, bitching about Tr*mp, and obsessing about pineapples (like, should we have gotten the tiny pineapple tattoos? I think so). All five of us getting togther is rare and this weekend was special; there is nothing quite like being in a room with people you’ve known forever and one very gassy dog. I stayed an extra day and walked the city with E. We drank wine by the river and I fell in love with Chicago all over again. It really is the best in the fall. I suggest you call your old friends soon and plan a day or weekend together. It’s good for your soul.
Little Fires Everywhere: I finished this book in one day. Highly recommend! Support your local library and get it there, or if the waiting list is too long, go ahead and buy, then gift it to another friend who could use a good book.
Donate: Everyone needs help right now, from Puerto Rico to Las Vegas to Northern California to your local Planned Parenthood (Jesus Christ, are we seriously still fighting for this?). Even the smallest donations make a difference. Instead of birthday gifts, consider donating in someone’s name. Find a cause that matters to you and give your time, talent, and/or treasure. Just give. And then call your Congresspeople because it’s beyond time to #ITMFA.
That’s it for now. Maybe I’ll see you again soon. But right now, I have to finish Dirty John. Byeeeee.