The radicalization of white people is a real and present danger. And it’s everywhere in our society. I watched my father begin his descent into its madness two years ago. He was converted into a hateful racist, acted weirdly victimized, talked at length about the death of America, and collected canned foods and bullets to keep him safe when the Liberals finally wrested America from him. Absolutely insane. Blissfully he died before the real mania began. He would have been oiling his guns. These domestic terrorists, even though they’re white, and even if they live with you, they’re building terrorist cells. This is the kind of shit that ISIS does.
If somehow I’ve failed to make you aware, I have Multiple Sclerosis. (Don’t you wish English was like German and just capitalized everything? I do. I never know if I’m […]
Monday: Why don’t you start intermittent fasting? I use to be a militant calorie counter because it worked wonders, but I soon became exhausted of the constant calculations and the […]
Monday:Why don’t you buy a ridiculously expensive toothbrush? I’ve been obsessed with the Philips DiamondClean Smart Sonicare toothbrush for ages. Not because it does anything particularly unique, but because it […]
Each day in Mexico City was a revelation for me. I learned something new about the culture, about myself, or about alternative ways to live. I eagerly look forward to […]
I have been self-isolating for one day less than three weeks, and it has been a fascinating interlude in my life. It has given me unforeseen free time to consider […]
Monday: Why don’t you build on last week’s advice and experiment with other culinary delights than your usuals? Today my mission is to make David Lebovitz’s pink grapefruit marmelade that […]
In my forever goal to live in a vacation home, I have discovered that I have certain faults. I am a hoarder of beautiful things and I have an unhealthy obsession with plates. I don’t think I’ve ever left an antique shop without a new piece of gilded Limoges porcelain, and I don’t think I’ve ever had room service in a hotel without “accidentally” “dropping” a plate into my “bag.” Whatever, I admit it’s a problem and I’m doing so much better about it.
I feel like a Robber Baron of the Gilded Age as I shout to my lights to turn off and go on and set themselves to ridiculous intensity levels like, “ALEXA! Put the lounge lights at 17%!! Hurry!” Instead of complaining, the lights just go to the requested level and a shot of glee courses directly through my body. It’s like having a household staff that is either made up of ghosts or is so efficient that they are never noticed. And I fully understand how unnecessary it is, truly I do, but I’m never going back. I want to remove the light switches from my house. They’re superfluous now and ugly and I don’t want them bothering my aesthetics!
Monday: Why don’t you teach me how to make a smoothie? I didn’t think this would be the most challenging culinary task of my life, but it has turned out […]