Thought about this album today after what feels like a zillion years.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: The Super Bowl Does not Interest Me. You know What Does? A Long Hot Shower (With Shower Beer), A Bowl of Hot Pasta, and Downton Abbey in Bed. Happy Sunday to Me Edition.

Linguine with caramelized onions, kale, garlic, parmesan.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: Let’s Just pretend these are generalized winter blues and not the product of being a love-lorn dumdum missing some other bigger dum-dum. Also, all of the rare steak/blood orange period jokes edition.

Rare tiny organic steaks. Demi glacé. Whipped cauliflower. Blood orange and arugula salad. Cote du Rhone.

Laying in bed. Watching the snow. Listening to Frank Ocean. It’s gooooood.

I had lunch with two of my favorite women. On the Upper East Side. There was duck rillette, great bread, and tiny chocolate tarts.

I’ve always regarded these gals as two of the most stylish babes I know. I used to rack my brain, and clothing racks before we’d go out on the occasions we were all in NYC, worried that my clothes would be boring in comparison. (They are adventurous, and beautiful.)

Today at lunch they both basically berated about not blogging about fashion, impressed with my outfit. They both actually raised their voices when I put my big, red, vintage coat on today. I was flattered.

I don’t write about clothes for a lot of reasons. I guess it makes me feel vapid. More complexly, as much as I hate it, as a woman of size, getting dressed is a political act.

Finding clothes that fit. Fitting into clothes that weren’t meant for me. Gender identity. There is matter of visibility to be dealt with (I am difficult to miss at a size 24 in sequin pants and a huge red wool swing coat.) Let’s not even begin on the topic of “flattering” clothing, except to say, “Fuck flattering.”

Some kind of switch has been flipped in me this fall, and I’ve been really putting a lot more effort into how I dress. I think it helps me feel more in control of a life that feels unwieldy with balancing grad school, and full time work, and relationships. My look is pretty witchy this season. (You may remember last year’s look: soft dyke.)

Anyway, here’s what I wore today. This #outfit is for you, Nora!

Heard this last night, can’t believe how perfect it still is. “The only lyin’ I would do, would be in bed with you.”

emilygould:

How To Cook For Between 10 and 250 People After A Disaster And/Or Over The Holidays

I love this.

foodisthenewrock:

Action Bronson’s latest mixtape “Rare Chandeliers” dropped today, and as we’ve come to expect it’s full of great food based word play. Here are 6 of our favorites…

1. All I want to do is buy boots, ride coupe, hide loot
   Uh, flick chives in the soup
   Stick knives where you poop
2. Choke a duck,…

All of the things.

misterk7:

I went to see Louis CK perform stand-up tonight at a concert in New York City. He’s obviously hugely popular right now, so it was at a big venue. He’s performing 5 nights, two shows a night - and all completely sold out.

It was a fantastic show, and he did not disappoint. There are many moments…

Word.