Happy Thanksgiving!
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Nikki
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Sure there’s family, and friends, and health and whatever else we all tell our Thanksgiving dinner guests as we go around the table naming what we’re thankful for. But let’s be real. Sure, I love my family but I’m thankful for Margaret Atwood’s total television domination in 2017. After binging the amazing, breathtaking, heart-clenchingly, awful The Handmaid’s Tale and it dominating a few days of my life in May, I was insanely glad to see Margaret’s brand of unflinching narrative on TV again this fall with Alias Grace. After numerous friend’s texts and posts and Beth’s good review, I blasted through the entire series last week and am still laying awake at night thinking about it. Alias Grace is the murder mystery meets women’s resistance, meets period drama that we need in 2017.
Thank you Margaret for your gumption and your freaking amazing storytelling and to the producers and crew who all decided 2017 was the year of Margaret.
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Heidi
In a year of dumpster fire news cycles there has been one consistently bright spot on my social media feeds. Spencer Pratt’s love of hummingbirds. I don’t really understand it, but I don’t need to. I just need to sit back and enjoy the numerous videos he posts of himself communing with nature in the comfort of a straw hat covered in hummingbird feeders. It’s what the world needs right now. I’m more thankful for Spencer’s hummingbird obsession than he is for crystals. (That’s a lot.)
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Emily L
I promise I’m not a super morbid person in general, but this year I’m thankful I discovered the podcast My Favorite Murder. I’m kinda fascinated with true crime and listening to Karen and Georgia talk about murder every week has made that fascination not feel so weird. The community surrounding this podcast is one of the most friendly, accepting groups of people on the internet – nary a troll to be found! I’m bummed that I’m caught up on old episodes (there are 100+ and I finished them in 2 months, don’t judge me), but grateful that there are more to come. If you want to listen to some bad-ass, feminist ladies who will make you laugh with a side of murder, listen. Then stay sexy and don’t get murdered.
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Janna
Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot about the solar eclipse that was super annoying. The curmudgeons who complained for months about potential tourist traffic. The hotels who canceled eclipse reservations made years in advance in order to jack up the prices by 1000%. The fake viewing glasses being sold to the unsuspecting public. That stuff sucked. But then, on August 21st, at 10:22 PST, the moon moved between us and the sun, and for a few minutes America was not divided by political party, religion, or race. We were one people; one united, enraptured nation, staring up at the sky (or the television, for you poor souls outside of totality) and celebrating the incredible dance taking place in our universe. It was pure joy. And then, you know, a lot of those people went back to being scum. But those douchebags aside, this year I’m thankful for that 2 and half minutes, when the moon looked down on good old ‘Murica and didn’t see rich or poor, straight or queer. It just saw a bunch of humans looking back with dorky glasses and enormous grins. Honorable Mention: Sam Heughan’s shorter haircut. Rawr.
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Amy
I would always see those bumpers stickers on the back of cars, the ones that read “Who rescued who?” I like dogs—I am Team Dog—but the idea of a dog or pet as a life changer never really hit home for me. Until Bob.
Ruby and I adopted Bob in September. He’s an 11-pound rat terrier/chihuahua mix with a seizure disorder, and from the moment I saw his face, I knew he was our dog, and we were his people. Bob is a lap dog, always angling to find his ways atop your thighs. When I cross stitch, Bob is on me. He watches the Real Housewives (Dallas is his favorite) and has recently fallen in love…with my right UGG boot.
I am so thankful for the joy Bob has given us, but please watch the turkey legs because Bob is also part shark and will steal it off your plate.
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Bekah
This year, I’m so incredibly grateful for Second Chances.
In case you aren’t sure what I mean, here are a few examples of what I DON’T mean by Second Chances.
This:
Sexy woman lying naked in bed black and white image covering her self with bed sheets
This :
Or This:
But what I do mean is: That life moves on. That happiness is possible again. That new love is achievable after love ends. That life can be bigger and more beautiful than you ever imagined it could be. Past death, past separation, past grief… I’m thankful for Second Chances.
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Beth
This year, I’m thankful for Stranger Things. Not only was it the best show of last year to binge watch and discuss with friends, but this year, it became my daughter’s absolute obsession. Her ST fandom instagram feed has more followers than anything I have online, and her absolute HATRED for me when I got to see the whole cast at Comic-Con this year was a real bonding experience.
But nothing has been more fun than going full dork with her over merch and spoilers and theories. We rushed to Target when they came out with their ST clothing merch, we’ve scoured the internet for just the right Funko Pops, we’ve fought with book box curators over mis-quoted t-shirts and how their irony is lost on 13-year-old fans and therefore … useless, we’ve celebrated the release of season 2 like it’s a holiday. It’s been A SEASON OF FANDOM with my eldest. Thank you, Netflix!
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And of course, we’re thankful for you, TN Fam! Have a Happy Thanksgiving whether you’re celebrating or not and we’ll see you back here tomorrow!
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