I Don’t Do Resolutions. I Do Arya Stark-Style Revenge Lists, Only With Less Death And More Aspiring To Live Splendidly.
|Amy Widdowson||Jan 4||2|
My darlings! 2020 is over and not a moment too soon. And while a friend pointed out that I was too irrationally excited for 2021 and was worried I was going to be let down hard, I reminded him I have no delusions that this year will be any better than the last (hello the confirmation of Biden’s win by Congress this week, OY) but that I am just grateful to mark the passing of time. Because as the viral Tik Tok song goes, “lowkey F*ck 2020” (content warning for swear words and other naughtiness).
So as you brush off the dust and climb back into your work sweatpants after either a long weekend or a couple of weeks off, or maybe no time off, who knows, here’s some stuff to read, some of which you may have already read because time is a flat circle and I’m behind on my Instapaper queue. So let’s read some stuff on the internet, shall we?
“If the pandemic undid three decades of progress on gender equality, one has to wonder: How real was that progress in the first place?”. I audibly gasped at the line “Mothers themselves were the backup system” while the piece discusses how “Isolating women from larger social communities has historically been a surefire way to disempower them, and Covid-19 has imposed one of the longest periods in modern history of prolonged, social isolation.”
My married friends sometimes ask me what it’s like being divorced and single at my age and dating, to which I always add “AND SOBER, DON’T FORGET I’M SOBER.” Now I can send them this article.
POLITICO’s article on the worst predications of 2020 is CHEF’S KISS.
Communicating public health emergencies in the age of disinformation and willful, destructive ignorance is so hard, so the LA Public Health Department cut to the chase and tweeted about a death every ten minutes, the rate of COVID mortality in Los Angeles county.
I got myself a sous vide machine for Christmas, so it is now my personality and literally everything I talk about, and I will be making these chicken thighs until the day you pry my Anova out of my dead hands.
Mum of the Missive would like to inform you all that goats can be trained to carry packs for backpackers. I would ONE HUNDRED PERCENT go on a goat backpacking trip, sign me up right the heck now.
And finally, go look at these gorgeous pictures of waves, why don’t you?
Happy to see you again. Be safe, stay masked, and be kind to each other.