You Probably Cry at Work, and Other Delightful Realities.
|Amy Widdowson||Sep 11, 2018|
Sweethearts, I’m back from XOXO, all hopped up on honey from High Holidays, and finding it difficult to string sentences together. It may be re-adjusting to waking up early, as conferences tend to favor those who thrive at night and not insane 5:15 AM morning people like myself, or it may be the deluge of insanity spewing forth every second of every day, coating our brief existences with an indelible sticky film of existential dread. Or it could be a little from column A, a little from column B. But in the xoxo spirit of getting your garbage out there, here. we. go!
PSA: Pretty Much Everybody Cries at Work. So let’s be kinder to ourselves and our colleagues and stop pretending we all haven’t had a quick sob in the bathroom in the last week or two.
If you follow me on the Twitters, you’ve probably read my horror at the news that USCIS is denying passports or passport renewals to some Latinos in Texas and stories like Two Americans were detained by a Border Patrol agent after he heard them speaking Spanish. So I also encourage you to read this piece from Harper’s Bazaar (just in time for Rosh Hashanah!) Why Stripping U.S. Citizens of Their Passports Is a Precursor to Genocide. Also know that Immigrants, fearing Trump crackdown, drop out of nutrition programs like SNAP, which is so awful.
During the recent Miss America Pageant, Miss Michigan used her 10-second intro to bring the fire, stating: “From the state with 84% of the US fresh water, but not enough for its residents, I am Miss Michigan.” Emily Sioma, well fucking done.
And finally, Meghan Markle’s dog has written a book about his time in England, entitled His Royal Dogness, Guy the Beagle: The Rebarkable True Story of Meghan Markle’s Rescue Dog. The illustrations were created by the same illustrator behind “A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo,” Last Week Tonight with John Oliver’s satirical take on Mike Pence’s pet rabbit. And before you start getting on me about how “animals” can’t “write,” think about why we all need this little bit of fantasy in our lives right now and kindly stop ruining my dreams of an all-pupper publishing house, which would be called Random Hound DON’T AT ME, HATERS.
If you’re in the path of Hurricane Florence, please be safe and listen to local government directions.
And be kind to each other, my loves.