I read it too. Brilliant.

This is pretty sad.

For all our talk about female voices needing to make themselves heard, I wish all these conceptual artists would find something interesting to say. Something original that shines a new light on how we feel, rather than rehashing thoughts and feelings that reek of “poor me”. A reflection on how vulnerable technology…

What I want is to be cremated and put in a biodegradable box under a tree. Whether my country allows that remains to be seen, but hopefully by the time I’m old enough to go somebody will have sorted out that cemeteries take up too much space, whereas trees are beautiful and make oxygen. I haven’t decided which tree,…

Ethan Hawke went there quite a while ago.

I’m in the process of getting a new book published (“in the process” meaning “it’s going to be quite a long time before it hits stores, so I’d better chill”) and the first (male) editor I talked about it with told me that my male protagonist needed “manning up”.

Derek Zoolander is so “freaking stupid” (as the teaser trailer says) that nothing that comes out of his mouth can be construed as intelligent commentary. Zoolander is a complete idiot with a good heart, but still very much a complete idiot. I give this the benefit of the doubt.

I hope you’re right. All I’ve ever had to complain about was a little cramping.

I will miss all of you. This blog has been endlessly useful and entertaining and I’m very sorry to see it go.

Great story, and thanks for teaching me how to say “Aunt” in Polish. Languages are great.

The sleigh bells! Come on. The Eighties were a much tackier, more innocent time.

“Last Christmas” is perfection. It is the music that brings the world together. No one can be truly cynical when listening to it.

I’m reading “The Rook” right now and I’m not even kidding, my heart sank when I read the premise of the show. I can only hope that Meyer’s not left alone with the script.

Start something completely new, a project that needs a lot of attention and focus. That might not sound like self-care, but I assure you that it is.

I need to read before bed, even if it’s only a few pages. That’s the one moment of the day that is sacred to me. Anything else can be sacrificed, really. That’s the one thing I do every day.
Then of course, I have beauty rituals but they’re more like maintenance than actual self-care. Reading is the thing I do when…

Yeah, but you see: that’s exactly the kind of thing we do not want to think about. If we start living like that - avoiding public transit, crowded places, clubs, shopping malls - we won’t be living at all. I say fuck that. If I have to die, I want to live first.

We’re not in France, thank God. But we could be next. And we have a Jubilee coming up. Very scary.

Also: useless. Some of the perpetrators were/probably are French.

God, it’s so obvious.

I actually made two of these in the last week and they were both delicious, but I ate most of them with my boyfriend (who is a big fan of my recently-revamped passion for baking and is also my only co-worker, since we both work from home). It’s basic cake dough spiced with cinnamon, with caramelized plums dunked in…