#106: romance, farms arms & long island compromise
i'm back!
if you’re wondering why i haven’t written in a while: i was on summer holidays. and by that i mean that i just didn’t write for a bit, and then i just continued to not write for a bit and then it was like two months (?) and ben’s going you should really start writing again and i’m going oh totally. so here i am. this is simultaneously an update of my summer and some recommendations since we last talked (i wrote, you read) that no one asked for.
picture by bobby beasley
pick and mix recommendations
★ it is a rare joy to read something as supremely funny and all encompassing and clever as long island compromise by taffy brodesser-akner. when i grow up i want to write this well.
★ i got back into music with real instruments via fontaines d. c.’s new album, romance. it’s good at making me feel like i’m going through a deeply trying period or like i’m reeling in the tremors of some emotional earthquake. neither is true, but what i’m saying is, if you’re in the market for an overly wistful lime bike, this album makes for some great world building. circa three pints helps a lot too.
★ if you’re not watching industry you’re dumb and you need to start. idk what to say. do you hate finance bros? do you not like anxiety inducing television? do you need to actually know what is, like, “going on” in the show? can you not just allow the pacing and the score to tell you if you should be feeling stressed or happy or relieved? sit down, shut up and watch. there’s a good boy.
★ friend of the ‘stack (hating, sorry), ari, has started stacking herself over at
. i am quietly jealous of the format- current affairs, personal segments, funny clippings from the internet. it is not often one is able to curate a space that simultaneously proves that they are very smart, very cool and very funny. it is digestible, amusing and i feel like i am getting smarter from reading it. you should read it too.★ my go to girl (bra) broke. the underwire unsheathed and started prodding around my chest like a teenage boy with ambitions and without an idea. i hate bra shopping as a breastier bestie, because all the cute bras are made for girly pops with cute little strawberry creams and as soon as you stretch beyond the sagging horizon of a double d, then you a thrust into the valley of heavy duty bra beigeness. thick straps that look like they could limelight in construction, fish eye hooks spanning all the way down your back like a ladder, cups that have the structural integrity and girth to feed an entire army some sort of bland and sexless soup. these garments look like a straight jacket. something your grandma would sniff at, say, isn’t that a bit dour dear? all that is to say, dora larsen recently extended their size range (slightly), and now i can stuff my titties into something pretty and comfy. hurrah.
postcards from the summer
farm arms
i went on a date in london fields and the balloon guy (aus translation: guy who sells nangs) came up and asked if we wanted a balloon (no thanks), and then looked at me and asked if i grew up on a farm. i said, no why? oh it’s just because, you look like you are very strong, your arms… this is obviously a very cool thing to be told on a date. i am once again grateful for my unwaveable constitution, unshakeable ego and near inability to be offended. i am now known in certain circles as farm arms.
perineum perusing
we went to berlin and whilst in said berlin i insisted on going to a lake. this is where i was reminded of the german proclivity to sun baking naked. i am not a prude but not all bodies are beautiful and sometimes i do not need to see a man on the wrong side of 70’s perineum as he lays star fished on a patch of grass, that if we’re being real, is mostly dirt. maybe freedom is a thing that should be experienced fleetingly and privately.
everyone is gay
except they’re not. i just think they are. i referred to my housemate’s gay brother as his “gay brother” and then i called the lesbian gym instructor “hot lesbian instructor”. turns out both are in, like, “heteronormative relationships” and are not just “not out of the cupboard yet” but have no cupboard to be in or out of because they are rather just, straight up, straight. this is fine, i guess, it’s just a bit disorientating.
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