I don’t know about you, but I’m an Indoor Kid. Always was, always will be. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy a summer day in the park, a good poolside lay-about, staying a few steps ahead of a creeping vitamin D deficiency. But nowhere am I more blissed-out than in a nook, curled towards a humming AC unit, some sly, stirring prose betwixt my paws.

The world continues to burn and Anthony Kennedy is a coward.

It was a horrible week. A truly awful one, buoyed only by a surprise drop from the most iconic duo in music. That’s right I’m talking about James Kennedy’s Soundcloud remix of Countess Luann’s “Money Can’t Buy Me Class.” What a bop.

 On Tuesday night, my therapist, upon hearing that I was watching exclusively murder docs and reading exclusively poetry by Sylvia Plath (I maintain I was in perfectly high spirits with both!), advised me to consume less explicitly morbid culture: “perhaps, maybe - you can find a Netflix show that you know, is a bit lighter”?
 
So naturally on Wednesday I took myself to see Hereditary…

For lack of a less grim phrase, we seem to be in a Suicide Moment right now, and while I believe the tragic events of this past week will bring about important changes in the way we think about mental illness, it’s also a potentially triggering time for people who struggle with depression and suicidal ideations.

Happy Harvey Weinstein Arraignment Day!
 
It took the courage of more than 80 women to get to this place. 80!

If you think about it (and I don't recommend that you do), the trauma of four scores of human women amounts to the freedom of exactly one man. 

Ok I know I tend towards hyperbole, but I saw Book Club last night and I think it was the best movie I’ve ever seen. Run, don’t walk, to your local cineplex and help this beautiful story of life and love and lust after 65 beat Deadpool at the box office. If you don’t, the patriarchy wins. Is that what you want?  

First things first. White people: stop calling the cops on black people who are just trying to live their goddamn lives. Besides the obvious, brazen racism of assuming people of color do not have the right to occupy the same spaces, neighborhoods, dorms, restaurants, streets, etc. that you do, the assumption that involving the police will improve a situation, and not put your life at risk, is the purest form of privilege.

Have you listened to the latest episode of Joint Didion yet? I really think we’re starting to find our groove. By that I mean: Lauren sounds cool and perfect as always and I finally appear to have gained some ground in the war against my lisp.

Dragon energy! Sex cults! The Golden State Killer Captured! Shania Twain sucks now! In terms of just straight messing with my head, this week did impress me much.