It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these! Trolling for headlines used to be a lot more fun than it is these days, what with the news being constantly depressing, but I am slowly pulling myself out of the fug I’ve allowed myself to wallow in.
So. Apologies for the heaviness of the past couple posts, I don’t normally let the defeatist, depressive side of me out for all and sundry to gawk at. I have stuffed all that back into the airtight, multi-locked box that only I can crawl into whenever I’m feeling self-indulgent, or like a repressed fifties housewife. I’ll admit, it’s a tempting prospect whenever I see that sheer ridiculousness that goes down online, but sometimes, certain current events help when it comes to gaining perspective. If there’s anything that can help a body stay sane, no matter how hard things (like this year-from-hell) try to rock the boat, it’s finding perspective.
Like how you never really realize what feeling old truly means until you find out Aaron Carter fapped for money online, guaranteeing we will never see the words “Aaron’s Party (Come Get It)” the same way ever again. Someone save this child – Dlisted
Great news (for me, at least)! Fall temperatures are just around the corner, after a summer that felt like a series of never-ending heatwaves crashing into each other, which is encouraging (for me at least) – CTV
Not so great news (for one guy at least)! I’ve seen worse things happen to linespeople – based off of video evidence this didn’t seem all that egregious – but Novak Djokovich got defaulted out of the 2020 US Open for accidentally hitting a lineswoman in the throat with a tennis ball – BBC Sport
Speaking of egregious, presenting further proof (as if we needed more) that over-the-top gender reveal parties aren’t just ridiculous and stupid, they’re ridiculous, stupid and dangerous – ABC7
Speaking of ridiculous, stupid and dangerous, let’s add reckless and entitled to this thick adjective stew for people who do fucked up things – New York Post
Let’s close out this bit of perspective-finding with the perspective of one Mariah Carey, which is a pretty timely one for the group-think of our era: a tad delusional, a tad self-aggrandizing, fragile as a house of cards, but entertaining anyway – Vulture
Saving for Botox 