Still working on a new name for this. One day I’ll get there. Just like one day I’ll be able to organize my thoughts into posts that are worth being read. And written. I hope I get there sooner than later because I really miss writing.
Reading. Bluebird, Bluebird and We Were Eight Years in Power. Bought The Year of Yes on a Kindle daily deal and picked up Dear Martin and The Road Out of Hell from the library. Stalking NetGalley for Julie Murphy, Caroline Kepnes, and Laura Vanderkam. Next Show Us Your Books is February 13.
Listening. Limetown. It’s like LOST meets Alice Isn’t Dead meets Serial. It’s addictive AF and it only has one season but a second one is being released this year. Yay!
Watching. Undercover High. It’s a docu-series on A&E about adults going back to high school AS STUDENTS (read: my worst fucking nightmare) and while it’s reality and I generally stay away from any form of reality TV, this one is pretty fascinating. Main takeaway so far: kids are assholes and I am terrified for when my daughter gets to high school.
Raging. Of course I am. If you’re paying attention, you have a be a little outraged. Or a lot outraged, depending on what you’ve been unfortunate enough to come across. From the asshole in the White House not knowing the words to the national anthem after he railed and raged against the taking of a knee and his rampant, ceaseless misogyny to Michelle Williams getting paid substantially less than Marky fucking Mark for reshoots on a movie to Harper’s magazine trying to doxx the woman who established the Shitty Men in Media list to offshore drilling to kids still not having health insurance to that motherfucker Joe Arpaio running for Senate, there is not at least a portion of every single day I want to scream loudly. I continue to question how this is real life because we’re literally living in a dystopian novel. Vigilance is exhausting but the only way we’re going to defeat this bullshit is to stay informed, speak up, speak out, vote, and support those who have the bandwidth to do more than we can. It takes a village and every single villager is important. All of us together, our collective disgust and outrage, have a louder voice than the #stablegenius in the White House and it will make a difference. Also, he doesn’t like dogs. What kind of psycho doesn’t like dogs?
Loving. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a post I’ve read but this one, It’s Not Always About You, White Dudes, shared on Twitter by my friend Abby and written by Tenacious Feminist, is worth a read. Seriously. It’s awesome and eloquent and is why I sometimes don’t say all that I have to. Other people do it better.
Learning. Some new skills, like handlettering. I’m not very good at it but it’s quite relaxing and a really nice way to keep my hands busy while watching TV and gives me new IG accounts to stalk.
I’ll be in Atlantic City for a cheer competition this weekend and I’m so excited because who doesn’t love a trashy beach town in the middle of January? Wish my sanity luck!