Evan Osnos’ piece in The New Yorker on North Korea is worth a read–somehow both more and less grim than I was expecting. (Personally I find Trump’s ignorance and idiocy more worrisome than anything on the other side…)
I bought a pair of Birkenstocks this summer, immediately wore them on a beach date that involved a lot of walking,* and ended up with brutal blisters so deep they left scars. I didn’t even know that a painful breaking-in period was common for Birks; this piece from Racked makes me feel better about my suffering.
*We went out to Iona Beach and walked along the spit to a secluded spot–very lovely but windy enough to fill our wine glasses with sand. At one point, a nude man wearing a backpack walked by, and somehow, he was the most naked person I have ever seen. Maybe it was the contrast created by the full-clothed woman walking beside him; maybe it was his backpack; maybe it was the glowing summer evening sun. Whatever it was, that dude was N-A-K-E-D.
I read this piece on the length of women’s fiction writing, and found it interesting. Elif Batuman’s The Idiot is a definitely an exception to Patterson’s thesis, but considering it’s the only recently published example I could think of off hand, it may be the exception that proves the rule.
(The Idiot is amazing, by the way. I’m not sure I would have gotten it when I was Selin’s age, but now that I’m old and have known a few Ivans, it speaks directly to my heart. It’s also very fun to pair it with Nell Zink’s The Wallcreeper. Both novels are darkly comic coming of age stories, but they go in utterly opposite directions. Both are brilliant.)
So many rando links lurking in the drafts folder, so many open tabs… Let’s tidy that up, shall we?
97. David Wong Louie on (not) eating after cancer. Heartbreaking.
98. Tracing an amnesiac’s identity in the digital era.
99. Luvvie talks about her experience on the NYT’s best seller list.
101. I’ve never watched Bachelor in Paradise, but I have been following the scandal all summer long. “Why are you watching this?” is a great question, but what I really want to know is what has happened to the producer who made the initial complaint. You know that person doesn’t have a career in tv anymore, despite doing the right thing.
102. I’m still trying to figure out eyeliner. I read this “review” [advertorial, lol] and immediately ordered the brush (from Nail Polish Canada, actually–ships free!) because I’m a bit of a sucker. I suppose it’s helpful for wings, but no good for smudging into your lashline, which is what I’m trying to do. So: not a total waste of money but not the answer to my liner woes. I think part of my problem is that the Tarte liner I’m using is quite dry…?
103. I’m not going to make this–I just don’t need another blanket–but, damn, I want it.
105. At one point over the winter I was thinking about sewing with sequins. I chickened out (wised up?) but if I ever do tackle sequins, this looks like the advice to follow.
106. If I don’t rent forever, these tiles are going in my house.
And … I do want to write about my own particular clothing philosophy–at some point. In the meantime, some links on wardrobe planning and the meaning of clothes.
107. Karen Templar asks her readers about wardrobe planning.
108. On uniform dressing.
109. Also from Racked: less serious but if you feel like conceptualizing? (And yes, I did mean to share that in May. But no reason you can’t make this kind of statement for autumn or winter.)
110. If I were going to break away from my denim-and-handknits winter wardrobe, I’d go for something like this, I think.
111. I feel a certain push and pull when it comes to dressing in a feminine manner (eyeliner, right?)… I definitely identify with this piece, even though I don’t do full-on femme.
112. And one more Racked link, because Tracey Robey and because there are all kinds of ways clothes can be powerful.
Part laugh, part helpful information: How Washing Your Hair Could Help You Survive a Nuclear Blast.
(I actually really love that Robey fact-checked that tidbit, but of course totally don’t love anything else about the situation.)
First, from a column in the Guardian about men’s hairstyles, this spectacular line: “Stunt, a name that confirms cockney rhyming slang is alive and well in this country.” Just… breathe than in for a moment. How glorious! Hats off to you, Hadley Freeman. That is a LINE!
Second, I definitely voted no this morning. Just doing my thing for American democracy, as best I can, what with being Canadian and all. How brutal and hilarious that he’s already fired. I hope his wife takes him to the cleaners (and maybe also rethinks her taste in men, next time around).
Jane Marie is back on Jezebel–sadly not a Millihelen reboot, but if snappy relationship advice is what she’s doling out, I’ll take it.
(Also, how great would it be if I dumped my ridiculous last name and started going by first name + middle name? Kathryn Jane sounds kinda cool…?)
I was just thinking the other day that I wanted to see pictures of the wedding dress discussed all the way back in Link 16, and now there are actually photos. Very satisfying conclusion–the dress (and the emotional trajectory) is just perfect.
Do you need an absolutely bonkers murder case to read about? Of course you do. Don’t worry–The New Yorker has got you covered.
Here is a lovely essay that is ostensibly about Chance the Rapper, and his song “Same Drugs,” but it is mostly really a lovely essay about love.
And of course you must listen to the song while you read.