Weekend Reads #260
Let’s Talk About the September Cover of Vogue. (Cup of Jo)
I keep raving about my Eight Sleep mattress cover; this weekend it is $75 off and any accessories are 20% off if you buy a cover. And with code ALISON you get an extra $100 off!
Generation X Is Staring Down Retirement, and Student Loan Debt. (New York Times – gift article)
How to find joy when life seems awful. (Washington Post – gift article)
Back to school is here, are you ready? Nike has an extra 20% off select styles and I personally ordered some pieces for my high schooler as well as myself. Nike has a good selection of plus size activewear, sweats, and athleisure and this sale includes a lot of apparel, activewear, and accessories as well as cool for school shoes.
My Generation: Anthem for a forgotten cohort. (Harper's Magazine)
What happened to Wirecutter? (The Atlantic) This one interested me, because I too have seen the change in Wirecutter and even mentioned it in my best bathsheet review. When I saw they replaced their Costco recommendation with one from a retailer with a high affiliate commission, I started questioning their reviews.
The influx of Amazon recommendations was also suspect; I knew thanks to also working with Amazon that this is because folks never buy just that one thing on Amazon; they buy a whole cart of randomness and last click wins the commission. Anyway, if you can't read this article due to the paywall know these folks also have seen the change in Wirecutter since The New York Times bought it. It's not just you. And me.
The “pro-life” movement looks an awful lot like a pro-rape movement. (Jill Filipovic)
The thing that’s missing from your anti-aging routine. (A Friend Indeed)
In an effort to attract and retain experienced women, some companies are adding menopause-specific care to their benefits packages. (New York Times – gift article)
For my local yokels, a story for those who grew up in the DMV. (Margaret Crandall)
And another for my local yokels, I finally Googled this after wondering for a year: Artist Explains Why He Put Up ‘Empathy' Signs Throughout DC Area. (NBC 4 Washington)
I'm home from our last summer vacation, a Kindle of partially read books and a DVR near 100% with randomness recorded while we were away. We've caught up on Project Runway and Physical, and in the early hours when the rest of the family is still asleep, I do stretches on the living room rug while watching …And Just Like That and Real Housewives of New York City. I stan for Jenna Lyons; I thought she was cool at J. Crew but I had no idea how cool and I love how this Bravo reality show is letting me peek into her super chic IDGAF world.
My daughter woke earlier than normal the other morning and caught the tail end of the latest RHONY. She is an age where people are so binary bad or good, kind or evil, cool or cringe. She said she didn't like one character after seeing her on the screen for five minutes. I ended up telling her about that person's difficult childhood, how they have really created a life for themselves, and how to not judge a book by their cover or their quippy phrases on a reality TV show. Seriously, RHONY this season is unlike any other Housewives franchise I have previously experienced and I look forward to each episode.
I finished The Menopause Manifesto, by Dr. Jen Gunter, after writing about perimenopause and so many of you telling me I should read the book that had been on my nightstand so long it was sticky from dust. It's funny, I opened it and realized I only had a half-hour worth of reading left in the book. I have no idea why I stopped, likely because of the brain fog, forgetfulness, and chaos that is a perimenopausal brain.
When I wrote about mouth taping for sleep, folks recommended I read Breath by James Nestor. I visited my mom, saw the book in her bookcase, and realized I had read it. I read it, and found it so powerful, I loaned my copy to her. I even wrote about it in a previous Weekend Reads and recommended it as a great gift for grown-ass women.
The perimenopausal brain is like a kitchen junk drawer. It's full of treasures underneath bread ties, paper clips, and pads of Post-It Notes. It takes a Saturday afternoon or six weeks of HRT to get to the bottom and find what's valuable and organize the rest. Little by little I'm finding my way, finding myself, and finding my life during these years in a fog.
For Your Entertainment
I'm an age, and my kid is an age, where Miley Cyrus was not a “thing” for us when she was best known as Hannah Montana. When “Party in the USA” came out, that was when I first was aware of her. But when she came into her own with songs like, “Wrecking Ball” and “Midnight Sky” I became a fan. Sure, she had some weird and icky moments, but imagine if we were growing up in the public eye, we'd possibly do similar (or hide it, fight it, and end up like other child stars who haven't turned out quite as well).
I actually appreciate seeing her transition from persona to persona, not taking anything past the point of no return, and creating music from the experience (hello “Flowers”? That is one hell of an earworm). When folks tell me they don't like her because of X, Y, or Z she did over the past decade, I remind them that they too used to be young. And then this song came out.
“This song is about honoring who we’ve been, loving who we are and celebrating who we will become,” said Cyrus, 30, of the tearjerking ballad in a press release. “I feel proud when reflecting on my past and optimistic when thinking about the future.” (People) I think many of us can relate.