I’m home again, home again, hippity hop, but my brain is in the land of headcolds and stupidity and extreme tiredness. Came home on an earlier flight yesterday due to doneness with not being in bed with a cuppa. Still, a good NYC jaunt and a huge walkabout on Thursday, and saw two movies — one great (Carol), one abysmal (Joy).
(Like how is Joy even a movie? It is a terrible first draft of a script that I would be ashamed to show to my closest most-understanding friend. My love for Jennifer Lawrence was not enough to overcome the shoddiness of this shitshow. Do better, David O. Russell, or stop doing. #ReviewsByCrissy)
Something that brings me actual Joy with a capital J is the podcast Another Round with Heben and Tracy. It is so good, you guys. Great interviews, mad jokes at times, and smart and insightful at all times. A couple of years ago, I started making a concerted effort to read more books written by anyone other than white men (I’ve read enough by them, I think!), and these two black women are reminding me of how white and male the vast majority of my podcast listening has been to date. Highly recommended. (Inverse proportional to my recommendation for Joy.)
If you’re wondering how all my habits and resolutions and the like are going, the deal is that none of them are happening and when do I start up again? Tomorrow morning is probably the best time to jump on it. January 17th is an auspicious date. Let me eat this chocolate and think about it.
Oh one more thing I loved this week: Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit. Read it, love it.