This Summer has been more stressful than I could have imagined. Job changes, life changes, moving, best friend leaving…all kicking my ass.
Thankfully, tomorrow morning we leave for a 6 day stay in a North Carolina cabin with friends. Time to get out of the swamps and into the bayou, y’all. Hoping to unplug, read a ridiculous number of books, take film photos, wade in mountain streams, day-drink, and maybe do some light hiking.
See you in a week!
Health writer Jo Robinson tells Dave Davies why we should eat dandelion:
[G]o out and find a dandelion leaf, rinse it well, and take a bite, and pay attention to your senses. For the first 10 seconds you won’t sense much at all, except you’ll notice that the leaf is hairy, and quite dense, quite chewy. Then, this bloom of bitterness [will] come at the roof of your mouth and go down your throat, and it’s going to stay there for about 10 minutes. And many of the wild plants that we used to eat had levels of bitterness similar to that dandelion. … Compared to spinach, which we consider a superfood, [a dandelion] has twice as much calcium, and three times as much vitamin A, five times more vitamins K and E, and eight times more antioxidants.
I think Zack needs a copy of this. That he will share with me, of course. We have been walking through the wilds of…everywhere…looking around at what we can eat. Chanterelles are just the start. The tasty, tasty start.
Men want what they want.
So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.
But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.
Well, shit. I’m a binge TV watcher. And I have turned the fella into one as well. So far, in one month we have watched ALL of Arrested Development (how had he not seen any of them?!), Season 1 of House of Cards (OMG), and are now re-watching Breaking Bad to get him caught up before it starts back up again.
What an exciting life we lead, huh?
Me, to Carrie: “Ugh, I can’t seem to write these days. I have nothing to write about!”
Carrie: “That’s because you’re happy.”
Me: “I know! It’s so weird.”
Carrie: “Damnit, Zack”