Weekend coffee #163.
Happy Year of the Ox. I read the metal ox means 2021 will be “soft, slow and passive” and let’s just say, I am here for that. I would like a year where I don’t feel like the world will explode if I don’t pay attention to the news for 20 minutes. One where travel isn’t out of the question and I can move about my life freely. Though all things considered, life under ten months of quarantine hasn’t been so bad. Just not soft, slow and passive. More like hard, fast and aggressive. And since 2021 got off to a rocky start, I’m going to celebrate this new year instead. Here’s what else is going on:
Saturday Night Live Teases Millennials With the Impossible Erotic Thrill of Home Ownership. Better than any Super Bowl commercial I saw.
Infuriating. Hoping this country stops talking and starts acting.
I Spent a Year Reading Women Authors. I’m almost embarrassed to admit what I’ve been reading lately. Like almost exclusively.
One Long WTF: A Celebration of Prince, Music's Most Electrifying, Least Understood Star.
In 2007, Craig Ferguson Said Enough With the Britney Spears Jokes. If you haven’t already, I recommend watching both Framing Britney Spears and the 20/20 episode on Anna Nicole Smith.
Watching: Just watched Plus One because tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day and I love a rom-com.
Reading: Cough, I’ve been on a months-long Elin Hilderbrand kick. Escapism is real.
That’s all for now. Until next time, thanks for following along and be well.
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