Please enjoy/ wince at these two good reads on the ways that Netflix’s ‘Tidying Up with Marie Kondo’ is both highlighting and obfuscating the emotional labour done by women in the home. I’m sure someone on Twitter has made the ‘declutter your husband’ joke that’s needed here.
I have been following news of the Bezos divorce with great interest–the life of a woman involved with a start-up guy has a certain relevance to my current dating life–and think that this take by Louise Matsakis is a good one.
What MacKenzie Bezos needs to do now is take her half of the money, and start doing all the philanthropic work the Bezos’ should have been doing all along. Wouldn’t the greatest revenge on her cheating ex be to just… give it all away?
An ex of mine used to say that “Denzel Washington is the best actor of his generation” in a particularly reverent way, and I did not disagree. I approve of The Ringer shouting out his best roles–but am sorely disappointed that Denzel’s turn as the Prince in Much Ado About Nothing does not appear on the list. Because damn–he is so good in that role and I love that movie and I would not turn him down like Beatrice did.
Not gonna lie: I loved these two as a couple and I’m sad to hear it’s over. I’ve been fond of Pattinson since seeing him in Cosmopolis. I went to a matinee, and at the start of the movie, there were four other patrons… and by the end of the film, I was enjoying a private screening. I liked it, though, and I like that Pattinson has transcended (repudiated?) his Twilight past.
Also… all this Harvey Weinstein news is bringin’ me down… The most horrifying thing about it is that a man doesn’t need HW’s level of power to get away with harassing, demeaning, and abusing women. Thank god for Sam Bee–I’ve watched this PSA four times already. It’s oddly soothing. Will likely watch a fifth (and sixth and …) time.
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.