*The Week in 15 Selections*
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Happy Monday! I had a big weekend. I was invited to judge a hot dog competition for the Philadelphia Inquirer’s first Food Fest. It was a very fun and exciting event in that I saw Gritty and got to wear a hot dog hair clip. Here is a picture:
I loved it! I was also dressed in hot dog colors and two twenty year old men asked me “are you dressed like a hot dog on purpose?” which is always a good sign. Yes! I was!
HOUSEKEEPING: This newsletter will be off for the next two weeks, since I will be busy executing the most important meal of my year (thanksgiving dinner).
Thank you to everyone who gave me towel recommendations, and especially my aunt Jill who SENT ME towels to try. I will report back with my findings as soon as I have them.
I loved this article in The Drift by about romantasy and how we should approach it and what it means that it’s so popular.
I’ve been thinking about this blog by Seth Wang all week:
What the fuck kind of critique is that? Overwritten? I ask the same questions the Phantom Thread guy asked of the word chic. Overwritten! Oh, waiter, my foie gras is too rich! My Roquefort too intense! One is reminded instantly of Amadeus’ “too many notes.” I understand that there’s a Provence of laughably shitty purple prose out there, but Wilde? Durrell? Nabokov? Give me a break.
I really recommend reading the house description on this Zillow listing. DECLINE OF A FAMILY!!! Buddenbrooks ass!!
I swear to god people can really find a way to make anything into a religion including delusional conversations with chatbots about spirals.
I finally joined the rest of the world and read this article about the man who abandoned his family by pretending to kayak and it was riveting.
“What did Men Do To Deserve This?” by Jessica Winter in The New Yorker:
What some Democrats would prefer, it seems, is a centrist manosphere of their own. (One imagines a podcast studio attached to a well-appointed gym where a bunch of white guys are discussing “Abundance” over beta-alanine smoothies and doing pistol squats to the theme song from “Pod Save America.”)
I have had this Los Angeles Review of Books article about translated literature and the American reader (brodernism!) open literally since February. Everyone clap because I finally read it, and I’m glad I did.
Timothee Chalamet is playing a table tennis ingenue (?) in his new movie. I enjoyed learning about the guy his character is based off of.
I wish I could personally thank the two idiots who decided to fund bringing Sam Kriss to Burning Man.Some really great sentences in here.
Thank you, uh, Pope Leo:
It’s good to know that the corruption is deep and everywhere, but it doesn’t feel good!
My friends have welcomed me into the community of the RHOSLC for the last few episodes and they are some of the best episodes of reality television I have seen in a long time.
Unlike Survivor this season, which sucks. I fully agree with this take in Vulture.
This week, I did my final bake (we won again!) and my blog about Frankenstein published.
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