
One week closer to my holiday break — only three more workdays to go. That’s it. That’s the highlight. Otherwise, there’s not much to say. The weather was hella cold, it snowed hella hard, work was hella busy, I was hella grumpy. I’ve been inching towards burnout territory for a while, and this week I tried to reverse course a little, but of course, that’s easier said than done. I forced myself to slow down physically at least, but the mind is another beast. She’s stubborn and she doesn’t always listen. Let’s just say, I’ve been leaning hard on all the lessons and progress I’ve made recently with my therapist.

My (long distance) bestie and I exchanged our Xmas presents, which is to say, we sent each other money so we could treat ourselves like the lazy, 50-year old bougie b*tches we are. [That’s a Pedro Pascal reference for those of you who don’t internet as much as we do.] She’s buying fancy soap, and I ordered myself a bunch of books. We love that for us.
The hardest thing is going to be to not start reading them before Christmas Day. I feel like I’m in a reading slump — probably another symptom of burnout, tbh — and none of the books in my current TBR pile look appealing. I’m a mood reader, so this is a real problem, ok? But I’m very excited about the ones I just ordered. Maybe I’ll allow myself one little pre-Christmas treat? Isn’t it a perk of adulthood that one can make up the rules as one goes?

I’m also very excited because I ordered a DVD of Ten Things I Hate About You for my daughter as part of her Xmas present. We’ve been trying to find this movie at the thrift store for months without success. I can’t wait for us to watch it together over the holiday break. Re-discovering old faves from my teenage years with her, as she’s starting that phase of her life, is one of the highlights of this stage of parenthood. She’s also getting a bunch of books for Christmas because we are basically the same person. Except, in her case, it’s all hockey romances, lol! We listen and we don’t judge.

Ever since Variety announced the line-up of their Actors on Actors interviews, I’ve been sat for the one between Gwyneth Paltrow and Jacob Elordi. Are you kidding me? My OG celebrity obsession and my current pop culture rabbit hole (that sounds wrong, oh well) competing for oxygen in one room? Sign me up. Well, I watched it and … meh. It was a snoozefest. Like watching two people make polite conversation in a dentist’s reception. Or paint dry. I’ve seen other interviews with them, so I know that, individually, they’re both capable of being funny and charming. Together, they somehow turned into a charisma black hole.
One of my fave anecdotes from Amy Odell’s biography of Gwyneth is about how she once explained the different types of caviar to Brad Pitt in a restaurant. [Because, evidently, he was a Midwest hick or something.] I was hoping she’d bring that energy to the interview, for dramatic purposes. It would have been fun to see that square off against Jacob’s earnest ‘I think deep thoughts’ energy. [To be clear, I find this endearing about him. People who are not afraid to talk about their intellectual curiosity, in a culture that tends to characterize enthusiasm as “cringe”, are cool in my book.] Alas, all Gwyneth did was nod a lot and make valiant attempts to get a word in edgewise. Jacob was a total chatty Cathy. Maybe he was nervous. They both looked hella uncomfortable/stiff.
Oh well. At least the Jonathan Bailey / David Corenswet interview did not disappoint. So. Much. Energy. So. Much. Chemistry.

Have a great weekend!








