There’s bad stuff coming, but it’s not here yet. There’s time to think things through, figure out what’s actually happening before Jan. 2017, make plans for the long run. It’s going to be a long run with slow progress, but slow is almost always smarter than fast. Slow lasts.
So deep breaths and steady as we go. I don’t think we’ve survived worse, but we’ve survived a lot of bad. We’ll fix this, too. We have work to do . . .
. . . but for just this weekend, just this moment, let’s go slow.
RIP Leonard Cohen. You were amazing and your music will live forever. Wish you could have, too.
I saw Hillary’s name on the touchscreen and I cried a little. Then I voted and got in the car and cried a lot. I never thought I’d see this day. And now, fingers crossed, my granddaughters will grow up thinking, “Of COURSE a woman can be President.” I wept both times Obama was elected, really proud of my country. I hope like hell I’m still proud tomorrow morning. Because otherwise we have this:
Sam Wang’s Princeton Election Consortium is one of my fave election sites, and one of his commenters alerted him to this Scholastic Poll of 153,000 school-age kids that I find not only fascinating but cheering. Two big takeaways from the article and the comments section: Continue reading →
Yesterday, reading comments about the American election on another site, I came across the idea of Extinction Bursts. Yes, I know now it’s a common idea, but that was the first time I’d heard it, and I took enormous comfort from it. It’s the idea that, right before you change a long time habit, your brain does everything it can to blow up your path: Continue reading →
Of course, you all knew that, but after last night’s debate, I’m gonna be a lot more upfront about it. It’s gonna be the eighties all over again, except not those horrible clothes. Instead, it’ll be a T-shirt:
Fifty percent of the proceeds go to Planned Parenthood.
Once again I have missed a social moment. Or movement. Whatever, I completely missed the NoMakeUp thing, which is odd, because I haven’t worn make-up for years. Once I got off the promotion train, there didn’t seem to be any point. This is my face. It’s the face I take to McDonald’s and to see my grandkids and to buy chocolate. It’s the face I mow the lawn in and walk a hundred yards to get my mail in. For me, make-up isn’t necessary, but then it’s no big deal for me to go without. My neighbors don’t throw things because my lips aren’t glossy. The window people at McDonald’s do not refuse to hand over my chicken sandwich because my cheeks are pale. The plumber fixed my toilet without batting an eye at my lack of eyeliner. To me, this all seems kind of logical. And rational. Why the hell would I wear make-up? Continue reading →