Emchap's Shit from the Internet 5/9/18 🍠
This has been a very "Lemon, it's only Tuesday" sort of week, is what it has been. But. BUT. Things are not all bad.
For example, this Sunday, I attended a no-dudes daytime dance party in the dark (it's different than Daybreaker, shut up), where I wore my disco keds (currently on sale for $29, so if you've ever admired my shoes, go buy some) and some floral leggings and had a vaguely hallucinatory experience in an un-air-conditioned fitness shed full of mirrors in Silver Lake. It was 4pm. I was completely sober. It was awesome.
The organizers of the event did a whole little speech about how you should feel free to move how the spirit takes you for the hour that the music is playing, and that there is no judgement, and that no one should talk to each other. The concept is that it's like dancing in your house, with other people (if your house was totally blacked out and you'd strung colored LED strip lights around near the wall of mirrors). They cautioned us that it would probably feel weird for a few songs, and then that would go away.
It was a deeply earnest exercise, and of course because of the culture I live in and the family that I have, my response to earnestness has historically been a reflexive distrust. But, 2018 seems like a time for earnestness where that touches on joy, and time spent around improvisors has made me realize that looking silly will not kill me, and there is something to be said for jumping around in glitter shoes in the dark to get your heart rate up.
I liked it, and I think I'll go back.
Shit to read
The people who ran FanCon were business dummies at every turn, and it's been fascinating to read them attempting to defend themselves at only coming out badly.
We have an enraging fixation on babies at the expense of mothers when we talk about pregnancy and post-partum care here.
I really, really enjoyed this piece on Juul and teens and coolness and the constant background hum of stress that characterizes 2018.
Martha Stewart is the only good thing.
This VSB piece on Donald Glover's partner (and what it means to produce art as someone who is black but whose partner or family members may not be) is worth reading, as are the comments.
Age and skincare and human frailty make for really compelling reading!
This goofy article on the concept of "boyfriend dick" made me laugh and that is all I am going to say about that because multiple members of my family read this newsletter.
This article combines two of my favorite things to read about online without directly consuming: professional wrestling and those spooky IG influencer CGI girls.
Shit to eat
In a pint glass, combine a tablespoon of the darkest cocoa powder in your house and two tablespoons of sugar. Add some vanilla, some ice cubes, and whatever milk you have lying around. (I used coconut.)
Do you own an immersion blender?
Buy an immersion blender.
Once you have an immersion blender, immersion blend that shit.
Sit in your living room, drinking your frozen hot chocolate/weird milkshake/chocolate milk with dreams and wait for the fan that you ordered from Amazon to show up to your house because all of a sudden it is 1 million degrees in your living room.
Shit to watch
I assume everyone has watched This Is America, but if not.
Also Donald Glover #content, but this Migos parody from his SNL episode was hysterical.
Shit to buy
I love this grim little anatomical heart pin.
The @SICKOFWOLVES twitter account is one of my favorite Internet Things, and this If You Talk To Me I Will Scream I Swear To God shirt from it is part of why.
That t-shirt makes me laugh for this same reason this print does.
There was an advertorial in this month's issue of Glamour about the design of this swimsuit and I, like, deeply want to buy it?