Frrrrrrrrrrit’s my birthday on Sunday! But we’ll get to that.
I have a question for you.
You’re like, “Hold on let me get my coffee. And Xanax.”
I saw something recently about how it’s no longer okay to say “hey, guys.” Like, to call a group of people, women and men collectively as guys. I didn’t actually read the guts of the article because life, but I’ll admit, off hand I flippantly thought, “Well that’s plain silly. I say that all the time. Everyone says that all the time. It means nothing.”
But this is 2020 and now EVERYTHING MEANS SOMETHING.
Not that that’s a bad thing. I just need to understand the memo, is all.
Tell me, are you offended when you hear “Hey, guys!” Does that bother you? Does it send a prickle up your spine? If it does, what would you rather hear? Y’all? Youins? Group of collected human beings? I’m genuinely curious and want to get learnt.
What about, “Hey, ladies!” Does that bother you? If it’s just women, that is. Because seriously, if I walk into a room with all women, pre-COV, I still say, “Hey, guys!” It’s just ingrained. Am I a jerk?
Or actually I might say, “Hey, gals!” Is that gross?
Tell me what you prefer because we’re in a pandemic.
Here’s something else.
What’s the opposite of fellow?
We have guys and gals.
We have lads and lassies.
We have ladies and gentlemen.
We have women and men, boys and girls, dudes and chicks.
What’s the opposite of FELLOW?
I’ll just leave that right there.
Ugh, I’ve started looking at navy blazers again.
You know this is what I do every August, WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?
I have one from J.Crew, obviously. (wait, did they go out of business? am I holding on to an artifact at this point?) But I’d like something a little less Rachel Green circa 2002 and more Jane Birkin circa 1974. Chic but with an effortless drape. Flattering but with a micro touch of masculinity.
Madewell had a really good looking one, but it’s out of stock. What else? Where else? Who else? I know you have the goods.
Oh, quick book update! Last night I finished The Vanishing Half. OMG. It was beyond incredible. Touching, heartbreaking, sad, beautiful, eye-opening in so many ways. Have you read it? Unfortunately and embarrassingly I feel like saying, “And so relevant to today!” buuuut this is nothing new. However, when a story of deep racism like that is told via fiction storytelling, a) you get a real sense of the detailed conversations that humans actually say/said with all subtle and not-so subtle nuances, giving a crystal clear picture of the way white people thought back then (and some now), and b) makes it all the more real, I suppose. Which is incredibly naive. But I was really moved by the book, and took away so much more from it than I expected. Highly recommend.
I did a poll last night on IG on what should be the first pick of our next round. The books ARE:
The Guest List (it won the poll, hands down), The Scent Keeper, The Mother-in-Law, The Perfect Couple and Persuasion. Finally some Austen! But we’re waiting until September for that read because I have a fun surprise. You already know what it is but I’m pretending it’s a huge deal.
All to say, I’m starting The Guest List today! Join meh?
It’s my birthday on Sunday! 44, you guys.
Crap sorry! Group of humans.
My only plan is estate saleing, French market patio rosé with a couple gals, watching The Bookshop, sipping a Sancerre on Sunday with homemade cheesecake on a blanket outside with my book. Next Friday we’re getting ON A BOAT with our besties as a belated birthday celebration, so I’ll definitely wear some stripes like Maisel. Clearly it’s a must.
From this week, in case you missed it!:: Salmon and Cauliflower Bowls. Paleo-friendly, waist-friendly, you’ll love it. And Our Life Rhythm. Basically how we spend our days and the tie dyed moon tide of our souls. Just kidding. Sort of.
Tonight I’m making stuffed peppers while listening to the Amélie soundtrack with a Sauv Blanc in my hand. What about you?