February 3, 2017 § Leave a comment

I feel like I’ve spent the last year listening nonstop to political podcasts and reading the WSJ and watching historical documentaries trying to understand, contextualize, and come to terms with what is going on.  All to no avail.

And on Tuesday, January 31, at 11:16am PST I hit a wall.  I couldn’t take any more.  I knew if I heard the word “emoluments” one more time something very, very bad was going to happen.


So I did what I do when things get really bad.  I turned to one friend that I know will always be there for me:


Bravo.  Bravo understands me.


It approaches real life problems in a way that makes sense to me.


I love Bravo so much that I am pretty sure it’s the primary reason Paul really pushed for us not to have a TV in the house.  Because he really, really hates it.


I have no idea why.

So instead of working to expand my knowledge of the world while I wash the dishes, fold laundry, or do whatever other menial tasks I spend my afternoons doing, I try to kill as many brain cells as possible.

But sometimes when things feel overwhelming, I find it comfort in immersing myself in a world where the biggest drama involves who was invited to so-and-so’s birthday party and where (white) men have a “braid guy”.

And we wonder how we found ourselves in the current political situation.


Also, I have a Bravo GIF problem.  But how can you not.


AND THEN, because wasting 45 minutes of my life isn’t enough, I go and read‘s recaps, which are incredibly lengthy and detailed and use phrases like “the after picture of Ursula the Sea Witch if she lost 100 pounds and did a testimonial for a late-night exercise infomercial” to (accurately) describe one of the women on the show.

…and this is where we are.



January 26, 2017 § Leave a comment


Thank you, WordPress.  I’d been hoping to snag that domain for a while.

BOOK: Edie: American Girl

January 25, 2017 § Leave a comment


This book is the story of Edie Sedgwick, the socialite turned Andy Warhol It Girl.  Told as montage of personal account of various people who were close to Edie and those in her circles, this book was a huge hit when it came out in the early 1980s and serves as an oral history of the pop art world of the 60s.

Going into this book I knew virtually nothing about Andy Warhol and that scene.  I read Just Kids when it first came out (so good, highly recommend), but that was it.


Obviously the major draw of this book is the glamour.  Even with my limited knowledge I recognized a lot of names.

It’s an interesting period and super glamorous scene, and the story of a girl making her way from a wealthy, traditional, aristocratic family into Andy Warhol’s world in New York parallels ideologies that largely defined that generation.  The rebellion, the breaking of tradition, the exploration, the escape.

And of course in addition to that there is the ugly underbelly–family secrets, dysfunctional relationships, a beautiful girl’s descent into the world of addiction that ultimately leads to a fatal drug overdose at 28.


A lot of people complained about the format of this book, how it was too disjointed, labor-intensive, and intentionally “Warhol-esque”.  It didn’t bother me.  In fact, in one of her books Gloria Steinem said, “No wonder oral history turns out to be more accurate than written history.  The first is handed down from the many who were present.  The second is written by the few who probably weren’t.”  For that reason alone I found the personal accounts to be more engaging than a straightforward narrative.

Plus the book has pictures, and they are great.


The overarching narrative is the same tragic story we’ve heard a million times. Glittery celebrity on the outside, addiction, pain, self-destruction on the inside.

Actually, now that I think about it, in some ways this book is kind of like an extended, special edition 1960s issue of Us Weekly (which I love, despite the fact I firmly believe that this type of media contributes heavily to the degradation of society…now more than ever.  And yes, I realize I am part of the problem.)   The difference, of course, being that instead of stories about the Kardashians and Real Housewives, you have icons like William Boroughs, Patti Smith, Truman Capote, Lou Reed…she even dated Bob Dylan briefly.  Which makes it feel less trivial.

But the bare bones are still the same.  And even though the actual narrative can be shallow, even boring at times, for some reason watching that inevitable descent of these larger than life people in such a “fabulous” world makes for an addicting story.

…but doesn’t it always.


“The tragedy was that along with their happiness, and their incredible appetite for life, the forces of darkness were always there, although you would never have known it: the surface looked so good.  So it was a life of extremes — paradise and paradise lost.”
~Saucie Sedgewick, Edie’s eldest sister


January 23, 2017 § Leave a comment

photo via leilasadeghee

On Saturday, a consequence of being responsible and planning ahead and buying tickets in October, I was experiencing the early stages of a nasty flu at LAX with these two:

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…while apparently everyone else in the world was doing this.


Or at least 750,000 Angelenos were.

To say I was bummed to miss this would be an understatement.

All day long I was getting texts from friends all over the country.  And that night, after a long flight and drive through rural northern Kentucky, I scrolled through my IG feed…

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…and was overcome…

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….for the first time…

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…in a very long while…

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…with a sense of wonder…

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…and pride…

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…and love…

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…and optimism…

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…and hope for our country.

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Even though I had been lugging a 45 lb carseat through the airport instead of a sign down Hill Street.


I spent Saturday night in a flu-induced haze and the next morning, after Paul fed me some night-time flu meds and I started to finally drift off into a drug-induced sleep, he said, “Top headline in my news feed today: ‘Zero Arrests at Historic LA Women’s March’.”


I remember my father telling me, just before the election, when we all thought we knew how it would end, “You don’t even realize, your generation is standing on the shoulders of giants.”

In 2013 TIME Magazine had a cover story that labeled this generation lazy, narcissistic, and “informed but inactive”.  The article, which wasn’t entirely critical, concluded with this thought:

“So, yes, we have all that data about narcissism and laziness and entitlement. But a generation’s greatness isn’t determined by data; it’s determined by how they react to the challenges that befall them.”

Maybe this is the first major challenge to befall this generation, and maybe this is the first chance to see a collective reaction.  Maybe this generation will be the one to carry on the legacy of those giants.


Thank you to everyone who marched and represented our country with such dignity and restraint.  It matters.


…and with that, enough political posts…back to our regularly scheduled programming.

It’s Today

January 20, 2017 § Leave a comment

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Our three-year-old’s favorite place mat.  Breakfast will never be quite the same again.



January 15, 2017 § Leave a comment


Filed under: things I did not do today.

Well I guess this is growing up

January 12, 2017 § Leave a comment

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A few weekends ago, on the way to sleep over at an old friend’s house, just like we did in the olden days, I stopped by the store to pick up some essentials.  The people behind me in line were apparently going on an organic kale, ginger, and lemon juice cleanse.  I got ice cream and two cakes.

I walked in the front door of the house, a house that had served as a second home in high school, to be greeted by the same friends, standing in the same kitchen, wearing (possibly the same) sweats, talking over each other. It could have been 1997.

We were so excited.  It was going to be just like before.

Except that since our last slumber party, Friend #1 (owner of the house) has graduated from college, gotten married, had babies, and bought the house from her parents.

And instead of ordering Dominos, Friend #2 made the pizza FROM SCRATCH (including the crust) and brought an incredible fancy appetizer of mussels with some sort of divine garlic dressing (marinade?) on it.


And she made her own bread.


A nice pairing to the gourmet dessert.

And this time, instead of gearing up to watch an ‘N Sync special for the 18th time that someone had taped off of MTV on VHS, we were prepping for Justin Timberlake + The Tennessee Kids Concert on Netflix.

Oh, and there was this:


Tearing around the house.

So instead of eating pizza in front of the TV with YM mags to warm up for the main event, we fed these four, bathed them, dressed them, and wrangled them into bed.

Then we settled in with our beverages and Netflix.  We were so ready.


…only to be interrupted about 5 minutes later from squealing coming from one of the rooms.

Repeat every 5 minutes.  For the next hour.

After an hour we were about 15 minutes into the 2 hour concert because of all the pausing.

Then Friend #2 who was, in her day, one of the most die-hard boy band fans I have ever known, tilted her head at JT on the screen and, through a mild scowl, said, “Why would anyone pay hundreds of dollars to watch this live?  He’d be like a tiny speck.”

…and that was it.  Things just weren’t the same.

With a few sad, defeated glances around the room, we fast forwarded to the one song everyone wanted to hear and then turned it off.

Then we fell asleep at 10.

Thomas Moore wrote:

Ev’ry season has it’s pleasures;
Spring may boast her flow’ry prime,
Yet the vineyard’s ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn’s sob’rer time.
So life’s year begins and closes;
Days, though short’ning, still can shine;
What though youth gave love and roses,

Age still leaves us friends and wine.

A beautiful reflection on the passing of time, the relationship between what is and what was, and how beauty and value can evolve without being lost.

…plus we still know the choreography.  At least we’ll always have that.