What is happening, Friday Fun Folk? Well, it’s Friday, and I’m on a roll. Writing-wise, that is. I’m fitting it in, in between walking the dogs (two, at the moment, I’m watching Tucker while Josh is traveling, and of course. my beloved Rocky, who is with me always), checking in on my mother, texting with The Teenager, and in general, being out in the world, drinking it all in.
As a parent, “you must be so proud” is something that is often mentioned when your child achieves something, like a 1400 SAT score or hitting a home run. And while you are proud by these kinds of things as a parent, you’re also proud in the quieter moments. When you watch your child sleep. When you walk to school with your child, her tiny hand in yours. When your child says “Thank you,” “Please,” and is kind to people. When your child is bold. Even when your child cries, knowing she has such access to her feelings, fills you with feels. A parent’s sense of pride is ever-present. I’m even proud of other people’s children: I watched Julia Louis Dreyfus’s sons honor her last day of chemo, and tears came to my eyes, watching their profound love for their mother, celebrating her with humor and Michael Jackson. My friend shared his Lifecake album with me, and seeing him with his baby made me proud to know him, and that little baby smile, that little baby joy. Pride is a swell. A beautiful one. It’s a life-force too, of reinforcement, of letting your child know that you love them in the most embarrassing-to-them-of-ways, with tears streaming down your face, with big hugs, with bigness all around. Pride is naturally woven into my sense of it for my child; I’m always proud of her, I’m always happy for her when she feels excited about something, and I’m always right behind her when she feels upset, anxious, worried. I always have her back. Always. And so, yes, I’m so proud of my daughter. I’m also elated for her and I’m psyched for her. I’m her mom. And that too, that’s what I am so very proud of.
Catherine O’Hara: “When you’re writing, you’re putting thought into what you want to express, and then you come up with it—it comes to you. When you’re improvising, it’s the same thing. You’re writing. You just say it out loud right then, instead of saying, “You think this might work?”
Tina Fey: “You know, we did not know the #MeToo movement was coming, but we knew where Kimmy would have stood on it.”
Elizabeth Warren is so so so rad.
So is Nancy Pelosi. But for fuck’s sake, end this. People need to eat.
Kamala Harris rolls with a serious squad.
Amber Tamblyn: “And what we must build next has to be built together, equally, across industries and job titles. A system that will allow all of our voices to prosper and succeed.”
Mo’Nique: “I understand the business. This business is set up for us to go against one another. I’m not going to go against Tiffany Haddish. They set us up to do this to one another. But what I won’t do is, I won’t feed into it.”
Stop eating fried foods.
I am smitten with this turtleneck-that-I-can’t-afford from Proenza Schouler.
Now have a laugh with Amber Ruffin.