This morning my roommate labeled my getting ready for work routine as a “production.” While certainly not her intent, I interpreted that as confirmation that my life is in fact a movie and that the soundtrack for my getting dressed montage is a banger.
I stand by this and it’s been only reenforced by some of the ridiculously good lullaby content on Cowboy Carter… the cover of Blackbiird, Protector, 16 Carriages… my babies are going to sleep so soundly it’s insane. #COWBOYCARTER#Beyonce
A request for @Beyonce and the powers that be to put out a lullaby album.
The queen’s soft stuff does not get nearly enough credit and my future babies deserve to fall asleep to an entire album dedicated to that goodness.
A request for @Beyonce and the powers that be to put out a lullaby album.
The queen’s soft stuff does not get nearly enough credit and my future babies deserve to fall asleep to an entire album dedicated to that goodness.
The @JulieAndrews debate in this week’s @TedLasso episode was quite literally *delightful*.
Clarisse Renaldi, Queen of Genova, FTW.
Princess Diaries, ALWAYS.
Cheers to the incredibly kashrut knowledgeable bartender at Quality Italian who very thoughtfully & sensitively checked in with me before adding each specialty ingredient / garnish to my cocktail (without me asking). Being an observant lawyer in NYC can be so delightfully weird.
To the man watching me put on a full face of makeup while I work on my laptop and am riding a very fast Acela train… yes, I’m literally that good.
Also, welcome to being a woman in Corporate America.
I’m working at a cafe & upon seeing the way I’m sitting, an old lady walking by has me take out my airpods so we can discuss the sexism of table heights (apparently they’re great for 5’9 men) & other areas of life.
The UWS vibe isn’t for everyone, but it’s a HOOT & I’m charmed.
Truly cannot stop laughing from the analogy in this morning’s @nytimes Daily episode that the Fed Chair is like a therapist after a breakup.
Unclear which part is funnier thinking of my therapist as Jerome Powell or that surviving my heartache was like the fight against inflation
Often when I wear long dresses & have to hold the ends as I go up the subway stairs, I feel like I’m Cinderella at the ball.
But then I remember that I’m just a girl in a NYC subway station & I’m quite literally & metaphorically at the farthest location on earth from the ball.
There is nowhere worse for your self esteem than the dressing room at @tjmaxx.
I swear, I feel like I’m Amerigo Vespucci discovering unchartered flaws & territories, which is impressive considering I’m a 30 yr old woman with many years of meticulously scouring for these flaws.
do you ever just start smiling while watching something because everything about it is so fucking good? the filmmaking, score, writing, acting... all of it just clicks?
this is my way of saying #Pachinko is incredible and I'll be watching every available episode tonight.