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 really dig Bobby Finger’s writing on Jezebel. I’m actually super disappointed that Midweek Madness has been discontinued in favour of a podcast, because MM was a Wednesday highlight for me. But thank heavens Bobby’s here to recap the most important part of Tom Hiddleston’s new GQ profile, and let us know was up with that “I [heart] T.S.” tank top.
Okay, so. I don’t quite agree with Ritter’s take on Tinder: “A swipe-right, double-tap world turns men into Henrys: ruthless, relentless connoisseurs of female beauty. It threatens to turn women like me into Anne of Cleveses: helpless, hopeless deception artists.”
However, her piece analyzing Tinder dating through the perspective of Henry VIII and his wives is actually kind of genius. The sort of thing you can appreciate reading even if it doesn’t match up with your lived experience/ opinions.
I was stuck on ferries and buses and the SkyTrain today, coming back from a few days with my parents, and decided on a whim to re-read Laurie Colwin’s Happy All The Time (apparently The Crying of Lot 49 and To A Mountain in Tibet–the books I’d meant to read–were not quite doing it for me). I have a crush on someone, and my current emotional state is “it probably won’t work out, but at least I’ve discovered I’m not actually dead inside,” and Happy All the Time suits that perfectly.
I first read this a few months ago, and it totally holds up on a second go-around. It’s a wonderful romantic satire; it really is just so much fun to watch two men face their confusion and helplessness when confronted by two women who are truly individuals, and not merely “women.” Colwin’s wit is so sharp, and yet so warm. There is a great heart, and a great optimism, to this book that is totally at odds with the current socio-political mood, and yet it remains utterly beguiling.
Also, Happy All the Time is one of the few e-books I own (I really do prefer paper, but the iPad comes in handy now and again), and at the end, it has a fun little biographical section with photographs.
How perfect is this sullen teenager look that Miss Colwin is rocking? Of course you’d be utterly scornful of your mom seeing you off on your tour to Europe while your dad snaps photos like a freakin’ dork.
Home Cooking is marvellous, too, and now I need to read everything Laurie Colwin has ever written.
While I think a “pocket-size Roland Barthes bursting with critique and paradox” would be a glorious thing, this piece from Michael Chabon taking his son to Paris fashion week is definitely not about that. But it is a dad being such a dad over his kiddo in the most epic dad way, and it is pure dad. So much love and understanding jumping off the page! Read it and enjoy some feels.