And now it’s time for a Day In My Life…
Rocky the Pug wakes me up at 6:30. He wants to eat. I get it. He gets one full meal a day, and it happens first thing in the morning. I drag myself out of bed. I went to sleep at 10:30 the previous night and while I don’t feel quote unquote refreshed, I feel good. I make The Teenager her lunch–turkey sandwich, croissant from Orwashers, green grapes, a See’s lollipop and fill her water bottle with fresh H20–and put it in her backpack. Take Rocky for a walk, we go to the Post Office; I have copies of The Teenager’s book to send out. Teenager is gone by the time I return. The Super is waiting for me, he has to fix the window in my daughter’s bedroom. It’s 10 now, and I head to Irving Farm. I’m stressed about all the things I need to tackle—getting Earth Hates Me out there, getting my own things in order—and it’s making me uneasy. It’s a homework day for me—I’m waiting on notes on something I’m working on, I have follow up emails on behalf of The Teenager’s book, like that. Today, however, I have company—my friend Danielle also has homework, so we’re doing it side-by-side. And so, she comes at 11, and we catch up before we dig into our work. It’s reassuring to look up from what I’m doing to see her, also furtively writing. We take breaks throughout, we eat our lunch at different points, each has her own appetite, her own clock. I get good news around 3pm—the Refinery29 event on October 5th is now settled, with someone I adore interviewing Ruby—and I feel a great weight lifted from my shoulders. We wrap at 4. Walk a bit. Say goodbye. I haven’t gotten too many texts from The Teenager today, which means that while her day isn’t All That, it’s also not The Worst. That’s something to look forward to. I get home. Grab Rocky. I have some more errands to run. I take him back to the Post Office, another bundle to send out. I have phone calls to return, and so I do as I walk him. It’s a humid New York City day, but that’s okay. I’d rather a warm day than cold. And so, by the time I get home, it’s 6:30 and time for my night to begin.
Shonda Rhimes: “We’re inclusive, accessible, intimate, grounded, and inspiring. We have smart and funny and very relatable stories in all the essential categories you’d imagine: work, love, family, politics, activism, money, culture. And in essential categories you maybe didn’t imagine: what it’s like to have a body and care for it, how to own the hot mess of crap that is you and your mistakes, how to rise above, how to be a boss, how to be an active person in this world when all you want to do is lie in bed and shove things in your face.”
Darcy Carden: “Since I was a little kid, I have had a soft spot for humanesque robots, where I sort of feel very sad for them all the time. I always think they just want to be a real girl.”
Ruby Karp: ” I think we all know that social media is addictive and can be a problem; yet, nobody can seem to get off it. We’re all so trapped in the idea that we need to know what everyone else is doing at every second that we can’t live in our own moment anymore—we don’t even know what the means in many cases. ”
Justin Trudeau: “I saw a video in 2014 of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, saying ‘Yeah, I’m a feminist’ … It wasn’t that, ‘Oh, I’m going to follow his lead.’ It was like, ‘Oh, OK, it’s OK for men to say that they are feminists in a public sense. Great, I’m going to finally do that.’”
And now have a laugh with Margaret Cho.
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