coming in hot for Q4
pretending to operate within the boundaries of corporate time-keeping in order to feel the passage of time
Hi!
Thanks for opening this email/reading this post.
Trinkets from my internet journeys:
I’d like to introduce you to my new husband.
Despite my notoriously terrible taste in TV, I’ve never gotten into The Bachelor. But a “golden bachelor,” who loves his dead wife, Cat Stevens and three daughters? I’m in.
Clenching my jaw, fists and butt trying to get through one of the embarassing things I have ever read. I could be at Guantanamo and not admit to the shit these couples are willingly giving up to The New York Times.
If you are Gen Z, you might be getting scammed (practically, not figuratively, but also probably figuratively).
A banger of a book review, that I first came across on Maybe, Baby, on the concept of “mom rage,” and the danger of characterizing one’s own misgivings as universal. The critic, Merve Emre, is one of my fave writers, and it is my dream for her to absolutely tear my writing to shreds, just like she does here.
Tunes to start the week with:
I’m loving the new Victoria Monét album, Jaguar II. You might know the first single “On My Mama” from TikTok fit checks, but the entire album is fantastic. She’s kind of at that sweet spot between R&B and pop (think Tinashe) with a little cheeky hip-hop production mixed in for good measure.
xx