1. It’s way too easy to get bogged down with Instagram, which, as I’ve said previously, is anything but a healthy pastime, so one of my goals right now is to read better quality writing. I recently subscribed to The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, and best of all, to Lenny Letter, Lena Dunham’s new website. All you gotta do is give them your email address, and then three or so times per week you get an email with stories like this one about why Lena Dunham refuses to be photoshopped by magazines, or this one about why Sarah Silverman believes Bernie Sanders is the best man for the top job (same). It’s great stuff.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I went and saw the new Rebel Wilson/Dakota Johnson movie How To Be Single last night, and as a relationship-advice-giver, I was extremely pleased to find that its message was one of the most sage to ever have come out of Hollywood, especially in a film featuring young women, aimed at young women.Click to Continue!
1. I’m fascinated by what’s happening right now in American politics, but because I’m not a naturalized citizen of this country, all I can do is whinge and opine, whinge and opine. For the record, if I could vote, it’d be for Bernie Sanders, simply because it makes a lot of sense to me that if you take away the ability of big business to
buy influence policy, then perhaps the government would begin to operate in the interests of its citizens and not its corporations.
1. Let’s kick things off with How To Make A Murderer. Spoiler alert: Don’t be upset when you realize that both Steven Avery and Brendan Dassey were found guilty and are still in jail to this day. I googled it after the third episode because I remembered that disappointing feeling listening to Serial when we didn’t conclusively know anything more about Adnan’s guilt or innocence at the end than we did in the first episode. Turns out these documentaries — as intensely gripping as they might be — don’t all have happy endings like the courtroom drama films we’re used to. Go figure.Click to Continue!
1. Katherine wrote about Justin Bieber the other day, so I figure that’s as good a place as any to start. I spend a disproportionate amount of time talking and thinking about Biebz. I like two of his songs a lot (here and here), and I find myself defending him to the naysayers fairly regularly, with one simple question: Imagine if you were 18-21 with all the money in the world and everyone wanted a piece of you and you were still trying to figure out who you were, how would you behave? Probably as bad if not worse than Justin Bieber. I did endless amounts of ridiculous things and I wasn’t rich or wanted. Keep that in mind next time you’re hating.Click to Continue!