Ay, Baby, I Like It Like That: Volume 2
It's the first of March, which means it's time once again for me to read my Susan Miller horoscope and find out if I'm inches away from a promotion or an engagement or financial ruin. I read Susan on and off because I like the feeling of someone comforting me with the movement of the planets, and I especially needed it today because it feels like, perhaps, everything is against us and nothing will be soothing again. It's also the time where I talk about the things I've been enjoying over the past few weeks, to keep up the respite that this is a lifestyle thing and not just a diary in which I have panic attacks and grand thoughts. Here they are today:
Riverdale: With my very precious and forever favorite show The Vampire Diaries ending soon, which I have a lot of emotions about, I need a new CW show that is about a town and also about murder. Luckily, Riverdale is here, and it's exactly that! I loved Betty and Veronica as a child--I would buy the double digests and consistently wonder why they didn't just flush Archie down the toilet because he was so damn boring. And I feel very much the same way now. Somebody flush Archie down the toilet and leave Queen Veronica (forever my favorite) to her weird but pleasant combination of adult workwear and Wednesday Addams gear, which is her aesthetic in this show. Now, I didn't follow the new reboot of the comics, so I didn't know that Jughead was asexual, but I do remember his hamburger obsessions and he hasn't eaten one hamburger yet, which is a bummer. So I hope he eats hamburgers, and they explore the asexual bit, and they throw Archie down a sewer, and I also immensely hope Sabrina is on the show STAT.
Le Vielle Ferme Rosé: They sell this at Trader Joe's for 6.99 in New York City, which is currently my adult price point at Trader Joe's. Nearly double that of the two-actually-three buck chuck! Still, this actually is my favorite wine there, and possibly anywhere besides the sparkling red wine they serve at Motorino's. It's dry and not very sweet, but has enough of a pleasant citrus thing going on where it makes you feel summery and happy. I don't care what the weather is, but since we treat our planet like a sewage dump and it's 71 degrees today, we can now drink rosé all year.
Janet Mock's Introduction To BreakOUT!: Janet Mock is one of my favorite writers and advocates, and has recently brought to light the murders of two transwomen of color in New Orleans. Their names were Chyna Dupree and Ciara McElveen. I'm visiting NOLA in a few weeks, and Mardi Gras just wrapped up, so while they're on my mind and yours---consider donating to her recommendation of a charity called BreakOUT! It aims to end criminalization and give power our LGBTQ youth of color.
Yoga: As I am currently upping my fitness routine (yes, I'm doing BBG, yes I'm sore, yes, I don't love the name), I'm finding myself a little more inclined to try yoga. I've done yoga in the past, but mostly laid around in happy baby pose on the mat. I did hot yoga once and I never want to do it again. I am so out for hot yoga FOREVER. But! My bff took me to a yoga class the other day and it actually helped me stretch some muscles I'm not used to stretching and had me feeling pretty good, so I'm glad I tried it out. Also: glad I tried it out because I can be really weird and judgmental towards things I have already decided I won't like, even if I haven't tried them, and I'm also working towards not being such a jerk.
The Musical CATS: If you follow me on my Twitter or IG, you know that I went to see CATS on Broadway the other day. CATS is a bonkers musical that made absolutely no sense at all. It's just CATS singing in very high volumes and notes, singing about their weird names. Some of the cats are old and matted. Some of them are not. All of them sing about their weird names. They're "jellicle cats," something that is not really explained as much as it is sang about, over and over again. The cats might go to heaven. They might just fly. They might do absolutely nothing but sing about their names. There is no conflict in this musical. There is hissing. I sat in this theater for 2.5 hours listening to older people clap at nearly every turn. I thought "what the hell is this?" and it was honestly the most amusing thing I've done in a long time. At the end all the cats sing "WE AREN'T LIKE DOGS" a bunch of times and I think that's the main moral? Of the whole play? Or maybe it is that they are named. I couldn't tell you.
Writing More: Sometimes, I find myself with writer's block. Or sometimes, I have a good idea for a piece but I'm afraid to sit down and write it because it won't be as good as it is in my head. Or I'm afraid to pitch it because I hate rejection and I struggle with working out things like "asking for money." Or I put my third book proposal on hold for another week because I need to "think" about it more. All of these things are more indicative of my forever strive for perfection that translates into procrastination and occasional bouts of laziness. But I've made some pretty great moves this month, and I'm looking forward to finally handing a proposal in soon and getting more work out there. A note to everyone: it feels very good to get work done, and not nearly as good to think about how you're not getting work done.
A Mandoline: I got a mandoline for Christmas and I've been terrified of using it because I think it will cut me, as every other kitchen utensil I use tends to do. But why, oh why, have I waited this long? I cut a cucumber for lunch into thin delicious slices to eat with leftover coconut rice (the best rice) and Sriracha in seconds. I'm making kale pesto tonight with zucchini and I am looking forward to the uniform slices that I cannot do by myself because I never sharpen my knives. I love cooking, but I'm not always the best with a knife, and this tool is going to be a fucking DELIGHT for salads and vegetables and whatever else I think of cutting with it. Cheese? Butter? I'll think of more, surely.