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Our New Movie Night

Felicia and I watched Logan Lucky on Saturday night. She was on her couch 200 mikes away from where I was on mine. Took us a bit to sync up the sound but aside from that it was great fun to watch a movie together. Our new movie night wasn’t so bad, especially if you find a movie as charming as Logan Lucky.

Directed by Steven Soderbergh and written by Rebecca Blunt, a pseudonym for Jules Asner, Soderbergh’s wife, Logan Lucky is a charming, slyly funny and well-crafted heist movie starring Channing Tatum, Adam Driver and Daniel Craig. You read that right. I proposed we watch the movie without even know what it was about, simply based on those three names.

Felicia is crazy for Adam Driver and I tend to lose the power of speech when Daniel Craig turns on the charm and Channing Tatum is America’s sweetheart. They could have spent two hours arguing over a Denny’s picture menu and I would have watched it.

Luckily the movie was very good. We got confused a couple times but that was because we were distracted at the beginning trying to sync up the sound on our two TVs. There was a lot of, “I’m confused.” and “Wait, is that his sister or his…oh, it’s his sister. I get it. Sorry.”

I wonder when we will return to movie theatres. I think we will, the experience is so closely tied to ancient rituals of collective entertainment. We’ve spent millennia packed into uncomfortable seats, irritated beyond bearing by our noisy neighbors, and I seriously doubt we will give it up anytime soon. Maybe a trip to the movie theatre will be more of an occasion, the way it is going to a musical or a play or whatever other live performance you don’t mind shelling out 45 bucks a head to see.

Our new version of movie night was fun but I miss the movie theatre because when we all laugh together or gasp as one or there are sniffles and furtive searches for those woefully inadequate napkins to mop up unexpected tears, there is nothing like experiencing those emotional highs and lows among my fellow humans.

 

 

Questions Not to Ask Yourself During Quarantine

Questions Not to Ask Yourself During Quarantine

Now is not the time for me to reassess my life. Maybe for some people, a worldwide pandemic where you are locked into your house with a partner you stopped loving and started hating 6 years ago is a perfect time to say, “Time for a change.” However, for me, quarantine is no time to ask the big questions.

And why is that? Well, thanks for asking. For one, I have been alone since March 13th and it is now March 29th and no one can safely enter my apartment until April 5th because I got a fever and I don’t want to get anyone sick. Did I have Covid-19? Who the hell knows. But I want to be as careful as possible with the lives of those around me so hello darkness, my old friend, you are stuck with me for one more week.

I am looking at 3 weeks alone with only my neurosis and whoever is kind enough to have a virtual drink with me to keep me company. Upside, I finally figured out how to knit! Downside? Pretty much everything else. But that is okay. As bad as this is, it still isn’t as bad as when my mom died and my dad came to live with me and my husband disappeared in an affair and Older Son was broken hearted and we all started to realize Six’s relentless energy was actually more than just a toddler’s naturally high spirits.

So, what can a person do in their apartment by themselves for 3 weeks that doesn’t descend into The Yellow Wallpaper territory?

I’ve already watched Fleabag and Schitt’s Creek. I’m so anxious I’m having trouble reading which is a huge loss since I have spent one third of my life asleep and one third of my life reading so I don’t really know what to do with myself. 

I don’t want to waste food resources baking or experimenting with recipes and I’m getting tired of lying on my bed staring out the window (which is one of my favorite pastimes). There is no baseball to lull me to sleep and I don’t have a subscription to ESPN Classics. Think how relieved all those sign stealing cheaters feel now that COVID-19 has distracted most of the public from what they did. I remember, but I don’t count. 

I’m watching how much I drink because I do not need to battle an addiction right now but I am telling you, if this drags into more than 3 months I am starting to smoke again. There is only so much one human can take.

I would sew masks but I had a fever and if I am shedding the virus that isn’t going to help anyone. (I finally got better and sewed about 50 masks for my friends and family.)

So. What is left?

Endurance. 

I do not engage in endurance sports but like many people, I engage in endurance living. I just dig in, put my head down and see if I can outlast this latest storm. Sometimes life feels like one endless game of truth or dare where truth isn’t an option and each dare gets harder and harder. 

My dear fellow humans, I miss you and I have the personality of a bridge troll so that is saying something. When this is all over, and it will be over eventually, I hope I never take the simple pleasure of being irritated with my fellow humans for granted ever again. The only person here to get irritated with is me and I am used to all my bad habits so there’s not much to get annoyed with. 

I ask myself, what will I do when I can go out among humans again? Hug strangers? Coo over tiny babies? Race to my closest bar to get both drunk and…ahem…engage in activities between consenting adults?

Who knows? I don’t. But I can’t wait!

I'm Just as Surprised as You

I’m Just as Surprised as You

Here we are, the dawning of our third year…what exactly are we doing here? I’m just as surprised as you to realize that somehow, some way we are still writing blog posts, taking pictures, wrestling with f#cking instagram and realizing that Pinterest is very easy to use. Long live Pinterest! And the Pinterest fail.

To celebrate our Second Anniversary we will be rerunning posts that either performed well over the past year or posts that we just really like. It’s been quite a year for everyone (me and Felicia) here at Persistiny. We travelled a near hilarious amount, especially considering I have an entire array of anxiety reactions that involve leaving my house, getting in a car, getting on a plane, sleeping in an unfamiliar place, talking to strangers…

You get the picture. Felicia has gotten over her own array of anxieties. She is a person who appears to the outside world as the cool, calm and collected leader of the troop and yet on the inside she relentlessly questions every step she takes. You know, the complete opposite of our President. It is that willingness to question that makes her such a good leader.

So where are we going from here? We have more travel planned. We are going to SXSW, MOM2.O and many other conferences. We are getting ready to open a funding round to keep our app Tend updated and the lights on and a bunch of other very important things like marketing and everything else Felicia has meticulously laid out in our pitch deck. It is truly a thing of beauty.

As far as content, we are sticking with what we’ve got for now. I have some ideas for the recipe challenge, I’ve read a ton of books and watched an impressive amount of TV so that’s covered. We are also going to launch a podcast, as soon as yours truly figures out how to do it.

Here’s to 2020 (I am raising my mug of lukewarm tea I’ve reheated 3 times)! May all your harebrained schemes work out! If we can do it, so can you!

 

Im So Angry and It Feels Weird

Why Am I So Angry?

It’s time to start talking about anger. Healthy anger motivates, makes waves and instigates change. But there is some anger that just builds, layer on layer, until it fills us up and comes pouring out. Why am I always so angry? Nothing goes quickly in life. No. Thing. Not traffic. Not doctor’s appointments. Not any transaction at any retail establishment anywhere ever. My food order is usually wrong. My jeans don’t fit my thick middle. Nothing about my daily frustrations are new. Same shit different day. So why am I still so angry about it? Read more

What the Hell are We Doing Here

What the hell are we doing here?

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Back to the Beginning of RuPual's Drag Race

Back to the Beginning of RuPaul’s Drag Race

Okay. Deep breath. There have been 11 seasons of RuPaul’s Drag Race. On August 19th of this year it was announced that there will be a 12th season. Many marriages don’t last as long as this show. And do you know why? Because most people do not work as hard on their marriages as RuPaul works on this show. So, in honor of RuPaul’s work and Older Son’s and my dear friend Cynthia’s love of this show, I am going back to the beginning of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I will either rewatch or watch for the first time all 11 seasons. 

I am not committing to All Stars. There are 5 seasons of that show. That’s 16 seasons. I am only one person and I do need to do other things. If I end a gibbering idiot at the end of this, so be it. Join me as I go back to the beginning of RuPaul’s Drag Race.

You gotta work.

From an excellent article by  

Since “Drag Race” first aired in 2009, the conversation around identity and gender has shifted tremendously. For all the show has done to challenge its audience’s notions of masculinity and femininity, it has shied away, until the most recent season, from any serious discussion about the ways the drag community intersects the trans one. There have been trans queens on the show, but the topic is a touchy one in the drag community. For most drag artists, the point is the performance; it is not their sole identity. But for those queens who identify as trans or nonbinary, their stage persona is not necessarily a performance. The centerpiece of the show is the contestants’ transforming themselves into queens, and then, after each competition, taking off their wigs and removing synthetic breasts to reappear as men. For years, “Drag Race” prioritized entertainment over any nuances of the culture. Much of the queens’ vernacular, body language and movements come from the drag world’s — especially white queens’ — interpretation of black femininity. I’ve always been uncomfortable with that phenomenon, despite how much I enjoy the show. In his essay “ ‘Draguating’ to Normal,” the academic Josh Morrison argues that by using the bodies of women, people of color and other marginalized groups, “through an often loving, well-intentioned impersonation of them,” drag “unintentionally does them discursive violence.”

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