Just when I thought I had almost certainly read everything there is to be read about relationships, I was recommended Fleishman Is in Trouble by Taffy Brodesser-Akner. This is a book you will want need to read if you identify with any of the following:
I saw a blue sky this weekend. That should be topic enough to blog about, given that I rarely venture out of my casket, but here we are: the sun was out. What truly sparked joy and triggered a frantic hunt for shorts and bikinis quarter of a century ago (I’m only joking, it never did, even back then) is now merely an additional cause of anxiety: how to deal with the sun without adding to the wrinkles of last summer.
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Despite my being semi-paranoid about partaking in clubs and groups, this post is not about trashing book clubs. That would be too obvious. I have a Groucho Marxian approach to such hobbies: I do not want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.
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We all know a person who every now and then starts a sentence with “I’m not a racist, but…” when what they really want to say is “I was not comfortable in that situation”. No one wants to be a racist, yet it is all over the place. Kiley Reid has written a marvelous novel about how the woke liberal elite addresses race. If you need further convincing, Such a Fun Age has also been making the rounds as Reese Witherspoon’s book club favorite (also screen rights sold already).
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The great Simone de Beauvoir was born exactly 112 years ago today in Paris. She was the ur-feminist thinker of the 20th century and together with fellow philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre both cemented and forever glamorised the quintessential Parisian mode de vie of happily living in an open relationship (in addition to existential philosophy). Or so I thought.
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Year 2019 is closing in and it is the time of reflection. Toss away phoney self-help by the Malcolm Gladwells of this world and join me in admiration of the true underdog of the lifestyle gurus: Victoria Beckham. Here’s everything I learned from her.
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