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Hi there. It’s me, your “used to write about shirtless men on Mondays” neighborhood feminist and angry-at-the-world democrat, with another political post.
Oh no no, we’re not going to talk policy today. Because policy isn’t why I’m so mad/scared/traumatized these days. (Unless lack of policy and understanding of American decency and goodness and all the great things our nation was built on (RICH WHITE PEOPLE APPARENTLY) is policy.) I want to talk about the things we can do to survive President Bannon and his tiny hand friend Donald Trump. Or the things I have been doing to survive it.
Shockingly, I’m actually not a proponent of boozing away your problems. But I do love a great weekend with friends and cocktails and pitchers of basil mojitos shared with those friends. Between Thursday and Sunday Brunch weekend, I had Mexican food 5 times (6 if you count the 3 am nachos I made Saturday night), shared a pitcher of margs twice, pitcher of mojitos once and had more-than-I-can-count hand-crafted cocktails paid for by an old dude who offered to buy us one round but was so creepy the bartender charged all our drinks to his tab. And the number of times I thought of Trump and impending World War III? Zero. (Okay, I actually thought of him once when the old guy at the bar ask me to come to NYC for the night because he likes to take “young attractive women shopping.” Guarantee that’s a line Trump has used on the ‘reg).
All that to say, I need to eat a few salads to cleanse myself this week, but I’m a big fan of surrounding yourself with friends and fun and having a weekend where nothing productive is done but memories are made.
And I really liked those basil mojitos. Here is a recipe.
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Cats fix everything. You can’t be mad around cats. (Unless they get their nails caught in your skin when trying to bat your hair tie from your hand). You can’t be terrified around cats. (Unless they’re staring at you and look like they’re about to pounce). You can’t be worried around cats. (Unless there’s a pee smell in the house you just can’t locate). Okay, cats are complicated as anyone who has ever loved a cat knows. But there are just so damn cute.
Does your town have a cat cafe? Find out and visit it. Here is the cat cafe (and adoption center) in Philly: Kawaii Kitty Cafe. They have the BEST Instagram and their Insta Story of the cats is my favorite part of each day.
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If Booze and Cats aren’t enough and you must fill your daily-must-rage-over-Trump quota, stay off fights with that girl from high school’s Aunt Muriel on Facebook and start listening to Pod Save America.
This is a political podcast for people not yet ready to give up or go insane hosted by Jon Favreau, Jon Lovett, Dan Pfeiffer and Tommy Vietor.
These four guys are former Obama staffers and are smart AF. They take political conversation and make it fun again. And are FUNNY. And self-deprecating. And I will never google image search them because they sound so HOT on Podcast which probably means they aren’t.
Also they got to be Obama’s LAST interview while President:
Dan Pfeiffer started Pod Save the World recently focusing on foreign policy conversations, and I think it might be better than Pod Save America. The guys take political topics and have no-bullshit conversations, usually pretty biased, that just make you feel better somehow.
I’m BORED with TV. Let me clarify: I’m BORED with 30 minute TV.
Guys, I just can’t get into Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I just don’t think it’s that funny. So what’s a depressed, sore loser*, snowflake to do when all she has is 30 minutes to kill and is tired of not laughing at Kimmy Schmidt? Well, she starts Schitt’s Creek on Netflix based on a recommendation from a guy who is cool.
In “Schitt’s Creek,” a wealthy couple — video store magnate Johnny Rose and his soap opera star wife Moira — suddenly find themselves completely broke. With only one remaining asset, a small town called Schitt’s Creek, which the Roses bought years earlier as a joke, this once-wealthy couple must give up life as they know it. With their two spoiled children in tow and their pampered lives behind them, the Rose family is forced to face their newfound poverty head-on and come together as a family to survive.
It’s okay. I’ve only watched a few episodes and I have laughed. Which is more than I can say for Kimmy Schmidt.
Hope that’s helpful! Now get out of your feminist, crybaby t-shirt (I mean wash that one and put on a fresh shirt. Hillary for America will do) and get on with your life!
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