Friday lifespo: Vivienne Westwood on a damn tank. Sticking it to David Cameron over the environment. | Leon Neal via Getty
I’m writing this while watching Serena battle it out with Roberta Vinci in a match that’s WAY too much of a nail biter for my taste. Every point for Serena feels like a victory but Vinci is forcing us to pay attention. She is on those returns like nothing else with fast footwork and sharp serves. Seeing two women battle it out at this high level of competition is inspiring. As feminists we have a responsibility to help each other out but we also can’t shy away from healthy competition. Love watching badass women duke it out.
Vinci won. </3
Seattle educators on strike! And five ways to support the strike. Fall book selections. Against comments. Hipster Barbie living #thatPNWlife.
Serena slaying dumbo journalists asking dumbo questions. Who else is watching the US Open?
The Arcs – Yours, Dreamily, (a new side project from the lead signer of the Black Keys)
Feel those Labor Day ~~vibes~~
I started rewatching Mad Men a few weeks ago and have been feeling some very 60s vibes (also young Peggy!). There’s also something about rewatching a show at 29 that you first watched at 21 that is just a complete mind bender. Betty is 28 is the first season. I’m sure that felt at least half a lifetime away at the time and now I have a weekend off between the weddings of two of my closest childhood friends both of whom have fresh masters’ degrees. Life is a trip, man. The weather isn’t exactly going to cooperate this weekend but I’m hella pumped to have some friend time, start purging my objectionable amount of personal belongings in preparation to move at the end of the month, and maybe even veg the eff out this weekend. I’m thinking a day dedicated to each. What are you up to?
Dirtbag Karl Marx. Security cameras with party hats. Go-to pop culture references. My beautiful friend Sarah on two years of struggling with infertility. This epic Go Fug Yourself thread on bad first dates.
Last week Ten thousand days ago, Boots Riley from The Coup was interviewed by my friend Jesse alongside local artists Gabriel Teodros and Geo. The conversation was incredible and enriching. Read Boots’ new book if you have the chance.
Kat and I finished Sense8 and give it extremely enthusiastic thumbs up. Wilco live on KEXP. Kat introduced me to Kasey Musgraves and her Tiny Desk Concert is just delightful.
Wondaland Records – Hell You Talmbout (Listen immediately and let it really sink in.)
Tell Us Something – I Didn’t Sign Up For Idaho, or, Kim Kardashian’s Got Nothing On Me! (My girl Katie – who just got married! – tells the ultra hilarious story of her first time camping.)
NYPL Podcast – Chimamanda Adichie and Zadie Smith on Race, Writing, and Relationships (“I think it’s important for brilliant women to step out as hot babes.” This far reaching conversation is a dream world.)
Hat tip to Ann Friedman, internet crush forever.
The abortion I didn’t have. 200 books (by women) every man should read. A list of modern relationships (every single one applies). How rich was Mr. Darcy really? Brits guess at American health care costs (and Americans cry). Multi-parenting in the Netherlands.
Katha Pollitt on how to defend Planned Parenthood:
We need to say that women have sex, have abortions, are at peace with the decision and move on with their lives. We need to say that is their right, and, moreover, it’s good for everyone that they have this right: The whole society benefits when motherhood is voluntary. When we gloss over these truths we unintentionally promote the very stigma we’re trying to combat. What, you didn’t agonize? You forgot your pill? You just didn’t want to have a baby now? You should be ashamed of yourself. [emphasis added]
Go outside, you maniac, you only get one August.
SUMMER ’15 (a seasonal playlist from me to you!)
This American Life – The Problem We All Live With (highly recommend this episode on school segregation and integration)
For years I had zero “beauty routine”. I flipped past the beauty section in women’s magazines in my rush to get to the features. I strolled right past the lipstick and colorful compacts at the drug store. I nodded quietly at parties when people discussed curling irons. Blessed with good skin and tame-able hair I just sort of shrugged and went on with my life. Least you think I suffer from complete, all-encompassing vanity I also had no idea what I was doing. Mascara? You’re pretty straight forward. You can stay. Eye shadow and lip gloss? Sure, you seem simple enough and are also easy to bail on. But lipstick? That took me until 28 to figure out. Still stick to a small handful of tried and true shades. So when a co-worker gushed to me about her eyebrow experience at a salon in my neighborhood I was intrigued but also sheepish. I made an appointment online for a weeknight Kat isn’t typically home. I wasn’t exactly embarrassed it just seemed like something that shouldn’t take the vast majority of my 20s to figure out. Turns out I have what the esthetician called “good brows” (#blessed) so I’ve been living my own She’s All That story arc without realizing it. The next day I tried to capture my freshly curated brows in a selfie for a girlfriend with much more experience and the results were comical. There just isn’t a way to capture your eyebrows that doesn’t make you look like a cross eyed goofball. Selfies, saving us from ourselves!
#HowIQuitSpin is an epic poem in 140 character bursts. Speaking while female. Rich people raising rich kids. Ebola vaccine! Millennials be dad-ing.
Must read: New York magazine profiles the 35 women that accused Bill Cosby of sexual harassment.
Based on a review in Socialist Worker, Kat and I started Sense8 (streaming on Netflix) and have fallen head over heels. Plus it’s short enough for us to finish before we move; mission accomplished!
Have you tried out Spotify’s new Discover playlist? Two hours of music perfectly curated to your taste (based on your listening history) delivered to you every Monday. I am a FAN.
Guemes Island, Washington State
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii guyssssssssssssss. It’s been a second. Hope you missed me, I missed you. Life got nutso. Life is slightly less nutso now. For every blog post there is a season. I hope you’re having a great summer.
Pride and Prejudice + Onion headlines. Gorgeous watercolor comic by my buddy Sarah Rosenblatt on the moral corruption of Birthright. Clueless outfits for the modern era. (Spoiler alert!) America’s work culture sucks. Eternal high fives to Lindy West for her defense of taking up space. Housing in Seattle: “segregation [was] baked into the design of the city.” Forever dreaming of Summer Fridays.
While I declined to read the New Yorker piece on how Seattle is going to break off from the continent, slide into the ocean, and kill us all, other people found it useful/interesting/worth their time. You make your best choice. I’ll be on the patio drinking a nice Walla Walla Valley merlot and admiring the mountains.
Kat and I finished our nine (?) month odyssey of rewatching all of Gilmore Girls. Pretty sure I took it harder than she did but with only two months left of living together every moment is precious and every milestone seems to require marking. Any suggestions for what to watch next? Preferably something we can watch together and finish by the end of September?
Death, Sex & Money on Siblinghood (oof da, lots of real life here)
Nisha Bolsey on Eleanor Marx (an approachable history of a complicated life)
What a pair of weeks. June is the busiest month of the year here in glorious world of higher ed. Deadlines, graduation, budgets closing, annual meetings, the whole thing makes me want to lie down. Throw in the inevitable miscommunication or last minute tweak to plans or Shaelyn challenging everything I believe in re: self-determination by announcing her intent to purchase a romper and suddenly I’m in desperate need of some Solange lifespo. Don’t even get me started on this Rachel Dolezal nonsense. Time to turn off the internet and read a book. Here’s to a restorative weekend, friends.
Menwear Dog: everything great about the internet. #richkidsofinstagram and Western art. Stunning photos of girls raised in matriarchal village. Have a secret wedding pinboard? You’re not alone. I always feel a little WASPy when lamenting the lack of internet boundaries but really people, it’s not about you. Digital old masters.
Everything above is great but if you read one thing, read this: What Make a Woman Is Less Important Than What Makes a Feminist
Apologizing with Amy Schumer. The ‘Suffragette’ trailer!!!
Trails and Ways released their first full length album two weeks ago and I cannot.stop.listening. Here is their entire discography. Feel free to play in a loop. It’s a good life.
Covers Tape EP, 2013
Trilingual EP, 2013
BOOM. It’s summer. I drank rosé on the patio on Wednesday evening with bare arms and bare legs AND never got chilly. I came in because it got too dark to read at 9:30pm. PRAISE HANDS. We’re kicking off our semi-regular loose knit BBQ series tonight and it’s gonna be a blast. Summer is my #1 lovah.
John Malkovich being perfectly weird and hilarious. Spotify’s secret corners. How Old Navy came back from the dead. The NYT did a very nice and long overdue profile of (mostly white, ugh) female artists which would be phenomenal if it wasn’t a searing reminder of how salient this Guerrilla Girls poster remains. The left debate on Bernie Sanders. M.I.A. and FKA twigs on appropriation. Money lessons from Mom and Dad. The commodification of breast milk.
Seattle teachers held a totally awesome one day strike for education funding last week. Go SEA!
The Helio Sequence – The Helio Sequence (it’s only 35 min long but very good)
Made in Heights – Without My Enemy What Would I Do (yes yes yes)
Hot Chip – Why Make Sense? (all of the suggestions this week are variations on “hell yes, summer forever”)
Boat St Cafe, Seattle
Birthdays are a Big Deal in the Land of Liz and the approach of 29 has not been without celebration. My parents treated me to a birthday dinner at Boat Street Cafe, a Seattle institution that’s closing in a few short weeks. It’s always fun to get some dedicated face time with T & K. Such is the curse of the eldest child, always a bit indignant that attention must occasionally be divided. I was blessed with wonderful parents that dole out encouragement and zingers in equal measure. My dad, in true dad form, always allows me the opportunity to pay the check before dramatically sighing and pulling out his wallet as if we didn’t all know he was going to pay all along. Thanks for stuffing your faces full of amaretto bread pudding with me. I love you.
No justice, no…anything. Do more things alone (its so glorious). The Closet Feminist. Angelenos “discover New York”. The durable and hilarious polemic of 9 to 5. Real food cut into perfect cubes. The “science” of daydreams. Rory and her not so hot life choices.
BB King live in Sing Sing prison.
Giorgio Moroder and Sia – Deja vu (Bump it.)
I’m a total sham. I was super drawn to the gif of Peggy Olson (SPOILER ALERT) walking into McCann Erickson that I’m willing to draw the wrath of Amy’s constant texts urging me to catch up to share it with you. Peggy Olson is the hands down Queen of the Badasses. May we all strive to channel her forthright declaration of what she’s owed.
Reexamining The Wire in light of Baltimore. Elissa’s photos from her recent trip to the PNW. As the token female member of this action-adventure team, my job is to kick. Why I hate men. The NYT did an excellent piece on the seedy underbelly of nail salons (additional props for publishing in multiple languages).
Peggy Olson supercut. The British general election, explained.
Spring sprung ’15 (a playlist for warm evenings and flower walks)