vol #31: psychopaths, podcasts and having a tailor
this is the podcast edition
anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™
jon ronson, my king
this is the online bit
you know a podcast is good when it’s got you checking daily for a new drop like its a mf telfar. i thought the series was done, but when the new ep, berlin: how one city transformed techno and club culture, appeared on my spotify feed i was STOKED. each episode dives into and discusses a different subculture and its enduring legacy on culture. YUM. we’re talking footballmania, garage (the music genre not the car house), skate culture and more. what makes it SO much better? it’s a fucking campaign with ebay. genius. good branded content is basically an oxymoron, so i’m beyond impressed.
i’m… obsessed. truly. ben told me to listen to how long gone maybe 2 weeks ago and i’ve listened to 20(?) hour long episodes. as they say, when you love something, obsessively consume until it becomes your personality. the other day mia asked why i’m speaking in sound bites, and i nearly cut to a hello fresh commercial. i don’t agree with everything these kings are saying, but trust me when i say i’m literally LOLing.
the guest list is unparalleled, interviewing everyone from brett easton ellis to diplo to rachel sennott. they talk shit the whole time, preferring to make fun of their guests snack cupboard or whatever, instead of anything actually hard hitting. thank god.
this is my darling angel fraser’s podcast. he talks to people he’s obsessed with, about what their obsessed with. so simple, so sweet. fraser has a voice for radio, and a body for playboy. leave something for the rest of us, buddy!!!!
listening to this makes me so happy. it’s just a straight injection of silly and posi vibes. there is nothing more warming than hearing someone talking about something that they love. incredible.
this is the irl bit
the psychopath test, jon ronson
i loveeee jon ronson. i always describe him to people as the writer version of louis theroux. speaking of, i loveeee that man too. liv and i spent the entirety of 2018 on the couch watching all of his documentaries in our strange little share house. speaking of liv, she recommended me the psychopath test. that lady never misses. surprisingly, the book is all about psychopaths. and what’s more? it’s Very Good.
in my time, i have spent more time calling people psychopaths, then actually understanding what the term means. apparently the crux of the whole thing is that they’re missing an amygdala, which is not only a beautiful name for a baby girl, but also this little kidney bean in your brain that allows you to process fear. anyway, i have decided that i don’t think i wanna be a psychopath, and i DEFINITELY don’t wanna date one, but next time i get chummy with a psychopath, i’d like to thank them for their contribution to society. without them, we wouldn’t have nearly so many incredible bbc crime shows. credit where credits due etc.
the gag is there is roughly 1 in 100 psychopaths, which means you’ve totally met at a few. imagine how many there would be at a taylor swift concert. WAIT- if glastonbury had 200,000 people population, that means that there was 2000 psychopaths rocking out to lewis capaldi... goddamn.
getting shit tailored
i hate chores. i hate life admin. i will avoid everything, no matter how simple it is, knowing it will lead to my detriment and (okay, dramatic!) downfall.
however there are two things that i love to do, and that’s merely because it allows me to live the fantasy that i am in fact carrie, or at least some glamorous woman in their mid 30s with an incredible wardrobe and wads of expendable cash to boot. those are; doing dry cleaning and getting shit tailored.
The Great Op Shop Rush of my youth meant that i purchased a metric shit tonne of things that i thought were cute, but, in reality… there was always something kinda off about them.
so, as a bid to be a Real Adult (as inspired by my darling housemate jamie) i’m getting that shit tailored! whole new wardrobe just dropped!
i have been to the tailor twice (2 times) and now say things like “oh you must go to my tailor, they’re totally the best,” and “oh, my tailor totally just revamped my whole wardobe! they’re a wizard with a needle and thread.” and just like that, i am the chi chi glamouratsi darling mami of my dreams.
large oat cap lots of choggy on top
nuff said!
mia enjoying big yum
ciao mama xxxxx