Sunday Shit Talk: #!%&!!!!!!!?!

Gen Xers: Have we been groomed for this?

If only! Photo: Me

Good afternoon, friends. Or should I just say, ‘Afternoon?’

Talk about MUTHR, FCKD! I’d attempt to be my usual trifling self and regale you with all matters pop culture (don’t worry, I will again), but seriously—who are we kidding? It’s tough to report on the many wonders of The Real Housewives of Miami when it feels like you’re strapped into the back of a clown car and the driver, after inhaling an entire 8-ball in a single snort, is veering said clown car at breakneck speed toward a very dark corner while we all puke, carsick, strapped in our seats in the back.

Let’s face it: Any semblance of normalcy is a joke. Gen Xers, IKYK. Our whole lives, we’ve been conditioned to expect the other shoe to drop. I don’t know about you, but I just heard a very loud thud. Two days ago, my friend described the overall vibe as “9/11-ish,” and man, he nailed it. I lived in NYC during 9/11, and that experience lives deep within me. After 9/11, as things got more and more surreal, it was only a matter of time before our dysfunctional coping mechanisms sent us skipping down the primrose path to the circle of hell that Prince and Frankie Goes To Hollywood sang about. It’s because we never centered and cemented the whole people-over-money thing. We may have been raised to dissociate and compartmentalize, but getting through that and everything that followed made those skills next level.

I got maybe five hours of sleep, which I consider a feat. The complex logistics of my next few days started pinging around in my brain until it hurt, and I had to move. I have a whole bunch of shit planned that involves running around in sweltering heat within a dense, frustrated populous, cosplaying normalcy. Like, I have a couple of doctor’s appointments.

Meanwhile, personally, my spidey senses and my anxiety are short-circuiting simultaneously, and it feels like going about my daily business is tempting fate. But have you ever tried to reschedule a physical in a major city? You don’t get in again for another six months, at least. I see no choice but to keep calm and carry on, and there but for the grace of the goddess go we. And I don’t know if there’s enough propranolol in the world to get me through the whole exercise.

This, my friends, is end days deductive reasoning. We’re going to be doing a lot of it.

How’re YOU faring?

I will share one recommendation…

Sarah Jessica Parker on Call Her Daddy

This was a delightfully warm and candid interview from a fan to one of her favorite artists. I emerged feeling like I got to know SJP a little. If you need to let your brain go elsewhere for a minute, give it a listen.

You best believe, at the doctor’s office tomorrow, Valium will be first on the agenda. Feel free to leave any additional pharma recs in the comments.

À bientôt!

xx

MF