Tonight, some time after the sun went down, I finished a big project I had been working on for weeks. It was a nasty boil of a thing, one that drained me and irritated me in every way and suddenly it was Friday night and I was done!
What would I ever do with the freedom?
I decided I wanted blackberry tart frozen yogurt and pot roast. In that order.
I wanted another Diet Coke.
And so I set off in my car, surprised I had the energy to drive across Malibu.
The night unfolded much like I thought it would, and then nothing like I did.
I ran into some cat callers in the parking lot who harassed me and scared me and I hate that. I hate that those men think they have the right to make comments about my body and get into my personal space. I hate that it’s so commonplace.
I hate that we elect men who act the same way.
The pot roast was good.
So was the frozen yogurt.
In reverse order.
Swing Time! I have thoughts. The primary relationship reminded me a bit of Lenu and Lila from the Neapolitan Novels. That rich, female bond that yields the chocolate mousse of relationships. Says Holly Bass in the NYT review,
There’s something beautiful about the way young girls choose their best friends. A swooning, love-at-first-sight experience, it rarely takes into account social hierarchies, societal expectations or even basic commonalities. And it can be surprisingly decisive, cementing a relationship that persists for decades without any logical basis.
Chocolate freaking mousse.
And then S Town. Holy cow. I didn’t know what I was in for with S Town, but I’m still unraveling it in my mind.
That was genre bending, so much more than what I thought a podcast could be. That was journalism, but that was also a story, a Great American novel, a Southern Gothic with an eccentric protagonist up there with the best, saying hi to Ignatius J. Reilly. A protagonist who exemplified the complexity of the human experience. Who mirrored the complexity of the world he was so worried about.
There is, of course, the question of ethics with S Town.
But, selfishly, right now, I want to ignore that. I want to bask in that story, in that work of art.
I want another Diet Coke.