this is why we need a ballroom

and other ways to combat gun violence

Hi!

Thanks for opening this email / reading this post.

me, when my substack is sandwiched between think pieces from girlies in Brooklyn whose parents pay their phone bill

Spring makes me feel fucking crazy, y’all.

• Kicking things off with a heart-warming animal story.

• Top-level Google scientist admits he’s probably not God in breakthrough findings.

• Incredible Jimmy Fallon hate from Current Affairs. It sure does feel like culture is dying and I’m perfectly happy to accuse this jester of its murder.

• The Devil Wears Prada is one of those movies I am happy to watch on a loop, with commercials, volume turned down, for eternity. It is a balm for my joy-starved brain, a fashion girl living in a time without magazines or Elsa Klensch. But the promotions for the upcoming sequel have left me feeling a lil cynical! This article on the bombastic marketing campaign and the inherent corniness of a Target collab that would make Miranda Priestly wretch sums up my skepticism well. I’m still going to see it.

Tunes to start the week with:

A new Kehlani album! I love the first single, “Folded,” that’s been out for a minute (it’s such a good break-up song it makes me jealous of those feeling scorned rn). There’s even a track featuring T-Pain and Lil Jon for some premium nostalgia. It’s a nice hit of sexy R&B as we start to go outside again.

A poem to start the week with:

nature poem

the sky flat and pulled 
tight around our ears
the stream drunk from winter 
beneath a cotton ball sun 
and mourning doves 
coo ah coo coo
preaching patience

it’s not fertile yet so 
don’t try to grow from dust
instead scatter waiting for the 
ground to become unctuous 
and fresh to incubate again

a day or two by the ocean
to remember how 
stupid everything else is
knocked back by a saline breeze
sun-bleached bones of a 
whale creeping towards the
water from where it was born

xx