Can One Suffer From Life-Affirming Celebration Withdrawal? And Other Questions I Ask Myself Over Coffee.
Friends! I was derelict in sending Missives on Thursday and Friday due to packing for and then traveling to Providence, R.I. to attend one of the most delightful and soul-affirming weddings I’ve attended in years. Congrats happy couple and Friends of the Missive Alex and Liza for hosting a perfect weekend, for assembling a remarkably friendly and fun group of humans to party with, for hiring one of the greatest wedding bands I’ve ever seen perform, and for doing something truly radical and miraculous: finding, loving, caring and committing to each other in front of their community, and standing up and choosing each other in this messy timeline that is 2019. I love you both dearly and am so happy for you <3
To note: I had an amazing weekend meeting for the first time and/or hanging out with internet friends I’ve only known via tweets. And while I know that twitter dot com can be a hellscape, it has introduced me to some of the kindest, funniest people I have ever met. So that’s a lovely thing. Also but unrelated, my amazing hotel, the Graduate Providence, had the greatest 90s-gross-our-comedy-reference shuttle in memory (I mean, when in Providence, amirite?)
But surprise, the internet continued despite the fact I was celebrating, as well as visiting the RISD Museum and H.P. Lovecraft’s grave, as a normal human does.
In the search for an easy way to peel garlic, Helen Rosner cut herself and had to get five stitches. So you don’t have to.
THE FRENCH ARE FIGHTING OVER ROOSTERS. I REPEAT. THE FRENCH ARE FIGHTING OVER ROOSTERS.
Nothing says spontaneous and romantic marriage proposal like a long powerpoint deck detailing sponsorship opportunities. Which is why this headline makes me weep for our culture: Welcome to the Era of Branded Engagements. Am I surprised? No. Is my lack of ability to monetize my personal life another reason I worry I’m not a very good millennial and/or I’m missing out on some mystery pile of gold somewhere? Yes.
Not to get dark, but here's a pro-tip: if you’re arguing that AOC is wrong because our concentration camps haven’t gotten quite to the mass murder stage, a) you don’t understand what a concentration camp is (and should listen to the Behind the Bastards on concentration camps) and b) you should STFU, ok and read The Unimaginable Reality of American Concentration Camps. and Yes, Trump's Detention Centers Are Concentration Camps. And hey, do you need somewhere to direct that fear and anger rising in your chest? My immigration attorney Maxine Bayley shared this link to Together Rising on how you can help end child detention horrors.
You’re all lovely. Be kind to each other.