Weekend coffee #91.
September, you crazy thing. Between the recent news cycle, work schedules, birthdays and the insanity that I presume is somehow “normal,” I need a nap. I guess maybe it’s a good thing that winter is coming? Ugh. Going to be eating my words come February. Need to make this a quick one so here goes:
This series is highly amusing and covers so many things I loved about comedy as a kid. Even today, when I’m bummed out or in a bad mood, I look to SNL clips or silly movies as a reprieve. I’m rooting for a Wayne’s World 3 where Mike Myers and Dana Carvey attempt to navigate today’s festival culture as older adult males. Can’t you see them confused at Coachella?
Pretty sure we all saw the clip of Greta Thunberg speaking at the United Nations early in the week, but what about these other young activists? Nice to see a generation who isn’t going to take being beaten down by their elders as mine did. Here’s looking at you, Baby Boomers. Thanks for all the negative press, corruption and pollution.
Sticking with politics for a moment, I spent the first few months after the 2016 election binge-watching The West Wing. What can I say, Jed Bartlet is my president. Interesting to see where the role of the press secretary’s gone since C.J. Cregg.
“And, as anyone who’s been changed by grief can attest, clichés take on surprising truth: for me, it’s that one about every person fighting a private battle. It’s the kind of line I’d have spotted in a former student’s essay, a sentence I’d have circled in green pen. “Cliché?” I might have scribbled, a question mark to temper the judgment.”
I went to see Professor Brittney Cooper and Rebecca Carroll speak on Tuesday night at the kickoff of the Institute for Women's Leadership at Rutgers University mentoring program. As part of the conversation, we were handed this article by Carroll. Highly suggested reading.
On a lighter note, my real estate obsession continues. And while it’s highly unlikely that I’m ever leaving New Jersey, at least as long as Jesse’s in a union, a girl can dream, right? Like maybe this little six-bedroom beauty or this magical multi-acre property?
Also, if you haven’t don’t do so already, please subscribe to magazines. I received word that National Geographic Traveler is folding, and Bitch Media’s fundraising campaign ended yesterday. Soon there will be none left to consume. It’s important, seriously.
That’s all for now. In Vegas all week for work, so hopefully I’ll come back with stories. Until then - thanks for following along.
Image by @charissek.
