if you've been trying to contact me this week but haven't gotten a response, it's because i have an air conditioner in my room now and am busy enjoying it
this is something you all have to be fine with i'll get back to you at some point in the fall
Interviewer: Did past Democrats fail by not codifying Roe v. Wade over the past five decades?
Kamala Harris: I think that, to be very honest with you, I do believe that we should have rightly believed, but we certainly believe that certain issues are just settled.
And that’s what you missed this week on Lines Saturday Night Live Wishes It Wrote!
I’ve decided that I’m getting really into wearing the color brown — all types of browns. Espresso, camel, rust, regular brown whatever that is — all the browns. Sometimes, in order to understand ourselves, we need to look in a mirror and think, Yep, I look incredible. And right now, I look incredible in the color brown.
I’ve been trying to get confidence trending in my life, as of late. I need to be more confident — in my skills, in my looks, in my writing, in my thoughts, and in my conversations. The other day, I was catching up with a friend I hadn’t spoken to in a while. She asked me how I was doing, and I replied, "Still gorgeous!” That’s a little bit of confidence if I’ve ever heard it. It’s not even something I truly meant, but it was silly and ~brave~ to say. People don’t ever talk to other people about their physical looks in a positive light. Something tells us that we’re being conceited or arrogant, but what’s wrong with thinking you look good? Everyone looks good — even the people who wear Crocs imjustkiddingilovecrocsiwishihadsomeilostmyoldonesonthebattlefield. But there really is nothing wrong with letting yourself and others know that you think you look today. And right now, I look good in the colors brown and green. And I always look great in black. We all do.
Something else we would all look good in:
But alas, there are scenarios where we feel a little too confident in ourselves, and we buy a $9 oat milk latte because there was nobody there to stop me. I mean us. Sometimes we think, Of course, I should purchase this $9 oat milk latte! I deserve it. It’s gonna be so worth it. And then I’m gonna tip 20% for that oat milk latte, and I’m actually gonna be paying almost $12. Yeah, that was so great. I can’t wait to see that on my Apple Pay transactions later. Oh, you paid $2.75 to take the L train to a coffee shop that charged you $9 for an oat milk latte? Girl, you’re killing it! Don’t forget to run for office someday. This is the only time that feeling too confident in yourself can be a problem. Literally the only time.
To change the subject as quickly as I can, now, because I have nothing else to say about that subject, I’m going back home to Chicago this week! I haven’t been back to Chicago since I moved to New York this past September, which now makes this the longest I’ve ever been away from that gorgeous big ol city. I’m not afraid to say it: I am very excited to go back. I’m excited to see my CAT Lucky (an incredibly creative and unique name for a black cat), I’m excited to see people I haven’t seen in person in a long time that I used to see pretty often when I was living there, I’m excited about the trains not being delayed the way the trains here are delayed, and I’m excited to go to Handlebar in Bucktown to get a vegan fried avocado grilled cheese. To add to that final one, I’m excited to soak that lil baby in as much Cholula hot sauce as I can request from the waiter/waitress. I am very excited about that.
Chicago is one of the greatest places in the world. There is absolutely nothing like it. “You wake up in Chicago, pull back the curtain, and you KNOW where you are.” That was said by Anthony Bourdain. It’s a city full of close-knit communities, communities of all types — comedians, musicians, accountants, old Italian men, Zoomer skaters, Boomer skaters, legends. It’s a city full of people who say “sorry” to other people who cut in front of them on the sidewalk. It’s a city full of people who say “sorry” when they’re trying to pass someone in the grocery store aisle who has their cart placed completely across the aisle so that no one can get by. It’s a city full of people who say “sorry” to dogs when the dogs bark at you as you walk by. It’s really just a city full of people who say sorry. And I love that. That is home.
I feel a real connection to New York. But the feeling of returning to Chicago in a few days for a few days is something that I’m losing sleep over because I’m so excited. It’s a separate real connection. And in honor of my dramatic return, I have been working. on what outfits I’m going to wear there. One outfit is all brown. I swear that it looks good. If you’re at Pitchfork Music Festival, you will see it there. I tested the fit out yesterday to see if it was worthy of this trip, and it absolutely was. Will I add a cowboy hat to that fit? No. Well, maybe.
Something that has changed in the past week is … drumroll … I HAVE AN AIR CONDITIONER IN MY BEDROOM. This is something that has changed my mindset on New York summers. I can now confidently say that I love to out into the spicy hot sun and go for a run or go for a blade or go see friends or go get a drink in the outside, and it is because I know that I can return to a cool and icy room. Ugh, I love this air conditioner. I have named it Martin Short because Martin Short played Jack Frost in The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause, and that character was as chilly as my room on a 91-degree day. I don’t wake up in a pool of my own sweat and tears anymore — just my tears now, but it’s just because I’m so friggin gorgeous that it makes me cry (this was a callback to earlier, or perhaps we could call it a circle back?). I know not to leave it on all day because that is expenny, but when it is on, the world feels whole again. I don’t always leave my air conditioner on, but when I do, I drink Dos Equis. That was funny in my head, but it was not as funny typed out. I’m leaving it.
Look at this dog I saw:
As a Midwesterner, I probably would have said sorry to this sir because I was interrupting his maxing and chillaxing time.
I’m gonna end this week’s newsletter here. We all need to get a good night’s rest because tomorrow we’re gonna be telling people how gorgeous we all are. Here are some photos I took of people this week:
THIS WEEK’S MOVIE REC: Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
ttyl! talk to you later! wwmsd! what would martin short do! wicgttn! what is cher going to tweet next!