We Are All Now Mere Denizens Of Flavo(u)rtown.
Poppets! It’s nearly halfway through May 2020, which is a metaphysical impossibility. Los Angeles just announced that their stay-at-home orders will last at least another three months - no word yet on SF, but I can’t imagine they will be any different. And with a potentially devastating California fire season on the horizon reflected in the disappearing snowpack, this might be the birthday year I invest in a portable air conditioner so I can keep my top-floor apartment cool without needing to open my windows, because 2020 is a cruel mistress. If you’ve got a favorite model, hit me up!
TO THE INTERNET!
If you’d told me a few months ago that we’d all be stanning Guy Fieri for decency over other food celebrities, I would have told you to GTFO of my yoga retreat in Mexico. That’s right, there was a time when I flew in a plane to another country and spent five days doing yoga and giving hugs to recent-strangers. Now THAT now sounds about as alien as me sitting here in my kitchen thinking “huh, Guy Fieri seems like a good dude” over coffee because HIS CHARITABLE FUND HAS GIVEN AWAY 40,000 GRANTS to COVID-19 impacted restaurant workers.
Friend of the Missive David I. shared this on Twitter and I genuinely want to live in a world in which Facebook is only used to role-play an ant colony with a million of your closest friends.
Mum of the Missive would like to haunt your dreams forever: Inn at Little Washington Chef Will Fill His Socially Distanced Dining Room With Midcentury Mannequins. NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPITY NOPE.
‘Scuze me while I spend the next few hours re-reading this oral history of the EPIC early aughts teen dance movie Center Stage. If you don’t know what I am talking about, watch that movie STAT and call me in the morning.
And finally: uh wait, Vox, u ok? How chain necklaces for men got sexy (I mean… but did they really? Like, really? Am I an old now?)
Y’all are great. Be kind to each other.