Hi friends!

I know we're three weeks in, but happy new year! It's already been a weird one, don't you think? The impending sense of doom feels like a heavy fog weighing down on us. I wanted to get a note out to you all before the inauguration because, quite frankly, I feel so daunted by the future. And it's a weird kind of dread too, because I just have no earthly clue how this shit is gonna go down. How bad is it going to get? I have no idea. I just have a feeling it's going to be quite bad, if these past few weeks have been any indication. Every morning I wake up and peer through fingers at my phone to see what latest horrifying news there is to suck the air out of my lungs.

I think the Women's March in Washington this Saturday will be a cathartic and powerful moment for those of us who are in pain over the state of the world. My friends and I are going down to DC, and knowing that I'll be participating in an historic march is helping to ease my day to day anxieties. I know that when I look back on the course of my life that it'll have been important for me to be there. If you are going to DC as well, I strongly recommend looking at their website and familiarizing yourself with the route, the schedule, the rules, (no large bags, backpacks, or signs on sticks) and transportation options. I went to a meeting with several organizers of the march last week and the level of organization, thought, and care that has gone into planning this and making it extremely safe and accessible to everyone is inspiring. Their progressive, intersectional platform is everything that is going to make this world a better place and lead us forward during these dark times ahead. If you aren't able to make it to DC, I hope you're going to one of the many sister marches happening around the world!

The best gif I've ever seen by Libby Vanderploeg.

The best gif I've ever seen by Libby Vanderploeg.

I kind of love that this is what I'll be doing my first time in DC. Guess I'll just have to go back in the spring to see the cherry blossoms! (If it's still standing.)

The organizers stressed that if you are comfortable with bringing your kids to the march that you should definitely do so. They are all bringing their kids, and it's a great way for them to learn about peaceful civil disobedience, how to make their voices heard, and support those who are less privileged. As organizer Sarah Sophie Flicker said last week, "There are age appropriate conversations you can have with any children that can talk." And I firmly believe that! I've been politically active and aware for as long as I can remember, and that's because my parents never shied away from having conversations with us about politics, and encouraged us to do our research, share our opinions, and have lively debates. (Yes, they often ended in screaming matches, but you gotta learn to argue your point in a healthy way somehow!)

I've been hearing from both people I know and from reading online that so many children are feeling the trauma of having a notorious bully ascending to the office of the presidency. It's important to remember that it's just as much of a nightmare for them as for the rest of us. One thing I've been doing to temper my anxieties and focus on the good has been to look back on the Obamas' legacy and find comfort in their dignity, class, and leadership. Try as hard as Trump and his administration might, they can never undo what it has meant for children to have him and his family in the White House.

What else can we do other than resist while also going on with our lives as best we can. I've (unsurprisingly) been masking up a storm, taking long showers, and torturing myself with barre classes that are so hard it takes my mind off the fact that the world is going to end. Last week I reached a new level of ridiculousness when my arm muscles decided that I pushed them too hard and decided to SWELL UP TWICE THEIR NORMAL SIZE leaving me looking like The Rock and feeling like someone had just ripped my arms off. It was highly unpleasant.


Here are some other things keeping me sane:

A turmeric mask by YLLO that makes me look like I have hepatitis A and makes my skin feel like actual silk. I don't want to hear about htat study that came out saying that turmeric is basically useless. Lies! It's all lies, I tell you. I use it in everything and I know it makes me happy and healthy. End of discussion.

A new newsletter by Rachel Syme and Helena Fitzgerald, The Dry Down. I'm a big fan of both of their work independently, and it's been a treat to get their insights into the world of perfumes!

The insanely huge book pile next to my bed. Just finished this and this. Currently reading this. Gearing up to start this. I finally got my first Carrie Fisher book, Wishful Drinking and will crack it open when Theo's done with it too. I feel about Carrie's books the same way I did about Nora Ephron's: deeply regretful that I didn't get into them while they were still on earth. I didn't read any of Nora's books until her death, and it gave such beautiful insight into such a smart, bitingly funny person that I was sad that I hadn't figured it out and appreciated it while she was still here. I've always loved Carrie Fisher, but just never got around to reading her books. I'll be doing a deep dive now.

My new Anastasia Beverly Hills eyebrow pencil. I love using it before Glossier Boy Brow to get a much more defined and filled in brow look. That said, my brows are an actual hate crime right now. I've given up seeing as I'm stuck in my glasses and my bangs are so long right now, but I need to come correct with my brows, and SOON. They're a disgrace to all mankind. It's just so hard to reconcile paying for someone to rip them out when I have so few to begin with! Why is life so hard? Who will send me a prescription for Latisse?

Well, I suppose it's time to get ready for whatever tomorrow brings. We'll get through it somehow. Here are some links to tide you over and a little ditty for your heart: this link


Been needing lots of Edna, lately.

A little inspo for Saturday.

It's your parents' fault.

We are on a scary train to a world with no reproductive rights.

Bey and Solange know the value of being a control freak.

My newest fave website and Instagram page.

Don't talk to me until you've watched Happy Valley on Netflix.

My president was black. A month old but still relevant.

I think this would feel creepy to me.

This nightmare woman is an IRL Lucille Bluth.

Something to look forward to if you happen to love children's books like I do.

Mari Andrew's illustrations make me happy every damn day.

Getting involved in local politics is paramount to winning in two years.

I have a really hard time cooking chicken but these recipes make me wanna give it another shot.


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