pepper spray and sour skittles
& the importance of Jennifer Coolidge at award shows
Hello, my friends!
I know it’s been a week since the Emmys, but I send this out every Sunday, so I couldn’t write about them last week! I know we’re all waiting to hear my thoughts on it, anyway. Let me tell ya: the Emmys were strangely funny this year. Conan jumping onstage whenever he felt like it, Jason Sudeikis calling Lorne out for not being there when he won, that man talking for way too long because he thought people had longer attention spans, Jennifer Coolidge literally just breathing at the mic. Here’s that video:
Also, why was Jennifer Coolidge assigned to sit with all of the Hamilton people? This is a real question I have. But the really incredible moment was when Michaela Coel won for Writing for a Limited or Anthology Series for I May Destroy You. I’m not gonna describe her speech when it’s right here:
I just finished reading her book Misfits: A Personal Manifesto, which addresses the possibility of living life against fitting in. She talks about her childhood and how she didn’t get the same privileges as others in the theatre community. She also mentioned how I May Destroy You was based on a time of her life, which I will not explain because everyone should watch the show and read the book. It’s one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while.
If you watched Michaela Coel’s speech in that video, you’ll see that she dedicated her win to all survivors of sexual assault, which brings to me my next subject (did that sound professional I was trying to make this like a research paper where all of the points have to connect): the UMass Amherst student protests this past week. Allegedly (hate having to say allegedly) a sexual assault occurred last weekend at the Theta Chi fraternity. Over 300 people showed up for the protest, and it sparked another national outrage. By Monday morning, over 12,000 signatures were added to a petition asking for the fraternity to be shut down. Police officers asked protestors to leave the area and told them that they didn’t want to lose their education over this. I think that’s fucked up. Students protesting a fraternity that is known for sexual assault could end up getting expelled? And the assaulters get to hang out in their frathouse and continue with their lives because there’s no proof that they’ve been sexually assaulting women? This is something that I know bothers a lot of people, but I’m not gonna speak for everyone — so I’m just gonna say that this is something that exclusively bothers me. Women can never have enough proof when it comes to sexual assault. If the school didn’t see it happen, then it didn’t happen. What an easy life for the assaulters! This society was built on men who never truly get in trouble. They’ve made it so they’re innocent until proven guilty. I need to do more reading before I made a big statement like this, but I don’t know how I feel about the innocent until proven guilty thing. Survivors of sexual assault will never get justice (in whatever way that is) if we keep doing it that way. I know this paragraph is all over the place, but I’m mad. There’s no point in cleaning up a paragraph that won’t make a difference, anyway!
The Fall Equinox was this week, and I tried to manifest an apartment I really wanted during it. It did not work out. If anyone has any tips on how to manifest things, please tell me. Also if anyone can tell me what manifest means, I would appreciate that, as well.
I won’t talk too much about the Zillow controversy because I don’t fully understand it, but what I’m getting is that Zillow is taking their statistics of people browsing their website to look at beautiful homes and is using them to go and buy more of those homes to sell at a much more expensive price. Even though I don’t completely get it, that sounds, like, really bad? It sounds, like, a scam? Like it could possibly be negatively affecting tons of families? It sounds like these homes could be some of the answers to affordable housing. And maybe instead of people saying that we need more housing, we just use the housing we do already have that corporate home buyers won’t let us afford. OR we just live in the walls of the Zillow homes and pretend they’re all haunted so that Zillow is never able to sell them. I can’t figure out which is the better option, yet, but I will report back.
This week in #sightexts, my mom sent me a no-context text about being at a corn maze.
I’ve lived in Brooklyn a few weeks now, and I have been people-watching like it’s my job. One thing I’ve noticed is how people treat each other when they’ve got a crush on them. For example, I went to Domino Park and watched the beach volleyball game that was going on. When people have crushes, no matter their age, they immediately lose all sense of respect for themselves. At the volleyball game, a guy tried to set the volleyball and fell, and a girl on his team sprinted over to him and aggressively started tickling him. Everyone just watched that happen. No one could do anything. The deed had already been done. I want to know what was going through her head. Like, gasp he just fell down what do I do I need him to know I saw him fall ok lightbulb I will go and tickle him. While that is insane, it’s a very straightforward way to show your love. We should all be tickling our crushes when they fall down. With consent, of course.
Another thing I noticed at the SAME volleyball game is how people show that they know they messed up. Every person who served the volleyball and didn’t get it to go over the net would do a little dance to show that they were just being silly. Could you imagine if every time Joe Biden bombed a town in the Middle East and realized he messed up he would just do a little dance and be like, “oops haha I’m silly!”
The last thing I wanted to bring up that happened this week is I had my first “get followed at night” moment! Thank you in advance for your thoughts and prayers, but I am fine. I was leaving a friend’s house and two guys called me sweetheart and then followed me for a few minutes while I swiftly walked away in an area of Brooklyn I don’t know super well, yet. I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to let everyone know that I love being a woman! It’s such an easy way to meet men! Especially when you were just trying to get home without having to worry about your safety! Truly, I am blessed. Anyway, I went and bought a couple of necessities the next day, just in case I get the opportunity to be harassed again: pepper spray and sour skittles. And not in that order.
Lurve ❤️