Happy Friday, little monkeys!
I know I talked about how I’m like, “getting in shape and eating right” and whatever, but I also have a 101 in 1001 to tackle, which means I’m spending Saturday making an apple pie from scratch. Because priorities. I’m borrowing from a few different recipes, and adding a few things, so if it doesn’t taste like feet, I’ll post it Sunday.
I’ll also post my overdue book list tomorrow. Whoops.
I’m not sure what the weather is supposed to be like this weekend where all of y’all are, but after several days of seventy degree weather here, it won’t get out of the thirties tomorrow. So I plan on doing the jackest of jackshit and enjoying the heat and fuzzy socks.
If you need some jams, here’s some music. It’s one of my playlists, though, so chances are very good that there is zero cohesion and that you’ll jump from gangster rap to Disney. I am who I am.
I disappeared, but I reappeared, then I told you what I had been doing.
I went to work on A Day Without Women. Here’s why.
If you don’t respond to my text, I think you’re dead.
I met Joyce Elliot, an Arkansas state senator, at a reproductive rights rally earlier this year. She’s an incredible ally for both LGBTQ and women’s rights, and she’s recently filed a bill to clear up (what I think is) a Constitutional issue with the listing on same-sex parents on a birth certificate. She’s a bright star of hope in an otherwise embarrassing Arkansas legislature.
I read an article (which is escaping me now) detailing how millennials are leaving the church in record numbers because they can see through the rock band and soul patch. This one asked eleven millennials who identified as “spiritual, but not religious” to further explain why. Admittedly, I nodded my head quite a bit, especially when one of the pollees used a quote I often reference: Religion is for people who are scared of going to Hell. Spirituality is for people who have already been there. I’m really interested in anyone else’s opinions on this.
I hit up my friend Raney’s art show last night. Girl got talent. She also looks like a supermodel and has a gorgeous husband and baby, and she’s down to earth and sweet, so I’d probably hate her if I didn’t like her so much.
I Was Perpetually Angry Until joy Became My Goal. This has made the rounds in my Facebook feed, primarily in mom circles, but that’s not to say that it doesn’t apply yo the childless as well. Perspective is one hell of a kick in the ass, and a self-awareness check is never a bad idea.
NASA has made its research available online, free to the public, and it’s badass. Science is so cool.
Why Rachel Dolezal Can Never Be Black. I’ve gone back and forth with this, but ultimately, I err to what my POC friends think because their opinions on this mean more than mine. To me, it seems more opportunistic than a true soul search, but I hate to speak for another’s journey. This is another one that I’d love to hear opinions on.
Disney princesses are reimagined as women’s rights activists with themes from their own stories. I want one printed for my wall.
My friend Sterlin wrote this piece about the need to stay loud. It’s a response to a NYT op-ed stating that those who protest need to do it in more easily digestible ways. Go check it out.
I’ve gotten really into maps lately. I want this one because it reminds me of my elementary school (helloooo 1990).
Megan Phelps-Roper gave an incredibly well-timed Ted talk on why she left Westboro Baptist Church. Her grandfather, Fred Phelps, is the (thankfully) now-deceased leader of the hate-group-hidden-under-a-Bible. It’s very eloquent, and she gives a lot of insight in communication.
I’ll leave you with this: the official Resistance Manual. Give ’em hell, babies.