You know what really gets my gears going? (Is this a phrase?) People who insist you put stemware on a coaster. You guys!! The base of the stemware is the coaster!!! As long as you’re not a monster who drips wine (or whatever you’re drinking out of said stemware) everywhere, you shouldn’t need a coaster. I don’t care what surface you’re putting your drink on, you 100% do not need a coaster if you’re using stemware. I will die on this hill if I have to.
Moving on to more interesting/less controversial topics:
I’m on the look-out for a beautiful ceramic butter keeper like this one but ideally made closer to home. Know of a UK or mainland Europe-based potter who makes something similar? Hit. Me. Up. (The toast isn’t going to butter itself!!)
I (finally) finished Rachel Cusk’s trilogy and felt so completely satisfied when I read the last page and closed the book. I’ve found great joy in the pedestrian conversations of her passer-by characters, and found that reading these one-sided stories was almost as good as having an actual conversation whilst I was burrowed down deep in my hermitage/recovering from tonsillitis. The trilogy is such an interesting commentary on conversation and gender and reminded me of a spring day in London a few years ago when I decided not to step out of the way when walking toward men on the sidewalk and almost dislocated my shoulder. 👍🏼
Look, I’m morally opposed to unironic hashtags 99% of the time, but included in the 1% I deem admissible are book and author hashtags because 1) I like to know what other people think of the books I’ve read – it’s like an impromptu and totally impersonal instagram bookclub – and 2) I like looking at pictures of books. And while cruising the #RachelCusk hashtag, I stumbled upon this book-tastic account and I can’t tell what I’m more into: how much this woman freaking reads, or how charming her photography is.
Changing gears to television, I was shooketh to my core reading Tara Isabella Burton’s thoughtful and theological take on Fleabag. We’re all looking for meaning in this jimble-jamble life, and by god you gotta live it if you want to start being able to make sense of it, can I get an amen!?
I loved this interview with Lauren Morelli in Vulture. It’s so overwhelming/scary/exciting to confront who you are when you already thought you were a full-grown and fully-formed adult, and reading about how she truly connected with her sexuality, found a beautiful new love, and is constantly learning (and putting that learning into practice) is wildly inspiring. I guess I really need to watch Tales of the City now, huh.
I always thought that if I can lean over without making guy-in-Amélie-putting-on-his-slippers noises when I’m 37, I’d be happy, but after watching Roger Federer play such beautiful tennis (despite losing the Championship!) at 37, I’m thinking about raising my standards. What a match! What amazing athletes! What a reminder that, like the electoral college, in tennis you can win the most points overall but still lose the whole thing. Let’s overthrow everything! (Congratulations, Novak.)
And on that note, I’m off to think about maybe exercising at some point this week, but will probably just watch slow-mo videos of Roger Federer killing it on a grass court instead….