I don’t talk about politics here a lot, because it consumes much of my headspace already. I suspect that you come to read this for the same reason I write it–a little act of escapism and community. But the past week felt like a lot, one of those weeks were I felt small and powerless, where I am flattened by the atrocities my fellow man can inflict, where I wonder again how it could have gotten this far? Where I just want to shake someone and ask “What the fuck is happening?” I don’t have an answer for that. All I say is just try to keep hope. Try not to be so self-interested. Do one more good where you can.
Clothes are just not a medium I use to express myself, which is good, because my sense of style is utilitarian at best. When I moved to New York, I worried I would feel out of place, ostracized for my work uniform of jeans and a sweater, but everywhere I looked the clothing seemed less avante garde than I had anticipated. Until the first spring day happened. Now there are colors, midriffs, and uncomfortable-looking shoes everywhere. Oh well. Here are 8 stories by women writers about clothing.
I’ve been subscribed to the Pome newsletter for a few months now and am delighted by the little ray of sunshine it brings each morning.
Stories don’t only happen in English. Radio Atlas visually translates foreign language podcasts so we don’t miss out.
Can a book club change a life?
I picked up a book on New York desserts at the library. And then I made a map so I can visit them one-by-one. Come visit and we shall eat sweets.
I am here for all of the indie food magazines.
There is now a graffiti camp for girls, because there isn’t a single place in the universe where women don’t lag behind in access.
Taste looks at the treasures (and horrors) that can be contained in the a simple can.
No description has ever made me want to read a book more than this one for The Chandelier.
I’m working my way through A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. What magic!
I went to a theater at 10 AM on a Saturday morning to watch A Quiet Place in case I was too afraid to come home alone at night afterwards. While it was a really good thriller, I can’t help but think: who is selfish/stupid enough to get pregnant during the apocalypse?
Nancy is back. It’s one of my favorite podcasts. It has personal significance for me. And now it is my literal job is to share it with others. If you’ve never listened before, start with episode one. If you’re already a Nancy fan, welcome back.
This week in new-to-me shows, I’m looking in on Heritage Radio Network--a whole network of podcasts about food.
Why won’t my salads turn out like these?
Don’t sleep on these spring recipes.