Roald Dahl, Sister Wives, and the Personal Brand Paradox

Plus magical cleaning cloths for fools who insist on owning white rugs despite living with children

Currently processing my adolescent/young adult obsession with movies exclusively featuring some version of the Manic Pixie Dreamgirl thanks to this excellent episode of The Bechdel Cast (and wanting to read this). I’ve written a little bit about trying to pour my nascent identity into a ready-made mold of female objectivity, but I’m sorta horrified to confront the fact that I fucking loved and felt emotionally moved by Garden State, Almost Famous, Great Expectations, Reality Bites, and 500 Days of Summer * when each of those movies came out. This will have to be an essay (or more) some day, but for now, wow, shit was grim for girls coming of age in the late nineties and early aughts.

* To be fair, many of these movies have great soundtracks. SO THERE IS THAT.

Reading

I am obsessed with all things MLM, and was delighted to nab an early copy of Emily Lynn Paulson’s Hey Hun.

An excerpt:

Every MLM is dishing out the same narrative. Follow the system and you will see immediate and incredible results! Be positive, and if you work hard enough, you’ll make it! Just keep your head down and keep working! This is the falsehood of white supremacy: that you should always be striving for the next level, the next promotion, more money, more recognition, to be the best at all costs.