How was your week, guys? I took a friend out for a birthday pedicure, watched some live classic rock with my parents AND stepsons (I guess Foghat spans generations?), and engaged in some April Fool’s tomfoolery with this and this Not as part of the same prank, though.
Fun links for you!
Random but helpful: How to fold tights or pantyhose.
Fascinating! How Iceland got teens to say no to drugs.
This idea spawned another: “Why not orchestrate a social movement around natural highs: around people getting high on their own brain chemistry—because it seems obvious to me that people want to change their consciousness—without the deleterious effects of drugs?”
This recipe sounds perfect for this time of year – springy but still a little cozy. Quinoa and white bean risotto.
An important podcast: Good Muslim, Bad Muslim.
This month, we have four (!) big, extended family dinners/celebratory meals scheduled. While I like my family and my in-laws. not everyone is so lucky. How to survive holiday dinner.
I am SO FASCINATED by this cardboard platform bed with drawers under it!
If you’re cobbling together an income through three part-time gigs and you’re exhausted, you’re not alone.
Fiverr, an online freelance marketplace that promotes itself as being for “the lean entrepreneur”—as its name suggests, services advertised on Fiverr can be purchased for as low as five dollars—recently attracted ire for an ad campaign called “In Doers We Trust.” One ad, prominently displayed on some New York City subway cars, features a woman staring at the camera with a look of blank determination. “You eat a coffee for lunch,” the ad proclaims. “You follow through on your follow through. Sleep deprivation is your drug of choice. You might be a doer.”
A reminder I hope no one needs: abuse isn’t always physical.
When someone trains you to believe that you are worthless, stupid or inadequate in any way you start to believe it. And when they make you believe that while they are the ones to hurt you, they are also the only one that can bring you back up things start to get very scary. This. Is. Damaging. It confuses the mind & deteriorates the heart. It breaks you down until you’ve got nothing left. I stopped doing everything that I loved. I didn’t write, go to yoga, play in the garden or have girls nights. I didn’t feel like I was really truly living, anymore.
Hope you guys had a lovely week!