I have good news, and bad news. The good news is that I found some time to read an actual fucking book this week (!!!), but the bad news is that I’m still camped out in the centre of a client chaos cyclone that only feels like it’s picking up speed and is 100% going to end in mass destruction. It’s bleak. I’m wrapping all my valuables in cellophane, boarding up my windows and bracing myself.
But in the spirit of looking on the bright side, here are some things I stumbled across this week that made me feel like life isn’t all bleak:
I read M.F.K. Fisher’s Consider The Oyster and you guys, reading this book without a very cold bottle of Chablis and at least a dozen oysters should 100% be illegal. I was panting like a chocolate lab in the August sun while reading it, so desperate for some refreshing oyster liquor and icy cold Chablis*. I also wish I could write about anything as emphatically as M.F.K. Fisher wrote about oysters, bc damn, she really makes you feel it in the soul and stomach. Anyway! I gobbled this book up in a single sitting and cannot wait to add more of her writing to my bookshelf (why is it not there already? TRAGEDY!). I’m also looking for someone (anyone!) who might like to join me on a cookbook tour of this book. Oyster stews, Oyster Stuffing, and Oyster Loafs all sound amazing and like something I will definitely need to share with oyster-loving friends. Who’s in?
On August 7, 2001, my life changed. My mother drove me to our local Target and I used my babysitting money** to buy Usher’s ICONIC album 8701. I was 13 years old, horny as hell (without really knowing what horny was), and had Usher pumping through my Walkman’s foamy over-ear headphones every chance I could get, v awkwardly grooving along to R&B anthems like Twerk It Out and U Got It Bad (which I may or may not have called in to my local Top 40 radio station to dedicate to my boyfriend while at a sleepover with other equally awkward and horny tweenagers) and bangers like U Remind Me***, I Can’t Let U Go, U-Turn, and my 13 year-old personal favourite, If I Want To.
What’s the point of this story? Well, I was powering through a design job earlier this week and listening to an artist radio station on Spotify - I don’t remember which one - when Lykke Li’s cover of U Got It Bad came on and reader, I was SHOOKETH TO MY CORE. It’s so good and combines two things I truly love: Usher’s 8701 and Swedish songstress Lykke Li. BANGER. Already can’t wait to make the DJ play it at my brother’s wedding in a few week’s time.
I can’t stop laughing at this clip of Jinkx Monsoon calling Miss Vanjie the DMX of Drag. It’s so pure and so spot-on. (DMX: Another artist who was hugely influential when I was a horndog baby teen!)
And speaking of horniness, the animals in Chernobyl seem really good at reproducing. And, like, pretty good at living in a super toxic environment, too! (Shoutout to all my ladies who can 100% deffo relate 🙌!). Did you know about this? Because I didn’t until I cried my eyes out through all 8 episodes of Our Planet and was then given the teeny-tiniest glimmer of hope that even if we wipe out our own species through irresponsible environmental practices, there still might be a bit of hope for some of the animals we fuck over in the process. MAYBE.
Okay, let’s end on that precariously hopeful note. Yes, we may be fucking up everything – both on a personal and global level – but at least there’s hope that something will be able to thrive in the wake of our destruction. Doesn’t that make you feel better?!?
Yeah, me neither. 💔
*Though, tbf, the bottle of norm-core Chablis that I bought at my friendly neighbourhood M&S Petrol Station did a pretty good job of stymieing some of my cravings.
**Yes, they used to let 13 year-old children babysit other children when I was a tween. Isn’t that horrifying/sweet? It was a different time.
***That dance in the rain? Tween me didn’t know what to do with that, folks.