Why if it isn’t March already, and the International Women’s Day tomorrow! Feeling very excited to see what online fun the universe has come up with to spoil us girls tomorrow, what with the awkward workplace rose-ceremonies being off because. Will be special, I’m sure.
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One of my pandemic accomplishments is the rather early completion of everything that Netflix (and the internet) has available in English. This forced me to explore French production, and I started with the series Call My Agent, or Dix Pour Cent. (Emily in Paris does not count as French TV even though they do speak French “Oh yes, I mean, oui” and have a cardboard Eiffel Tower as a backdrop.) I realised that not only does Dix Pour Cent keep me entertained, but I will be able to add another impressive entry to my list of sabbatical accomplishments: mastering an arsenal of French swearwords with zero effort on my part.
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It’s sunny and the Valentine’s chocolates are -50% and the Easter chocolates have arrived for those of us who are keen to see what the new season has in store for us. So basically everything is perfection, except that per my previous post, ordering online is becoming a nightmare.
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February has arrived and so it’s basically spring. I can tell, because my daily conversations with my barista have shifted from pre-sunrise, wintery grunts to half-excited exchanges on whether her bonsai tree is done hibernating or not yet.
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A week ago we marvelled at the words “when the day comes we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid“. Their author Amanda Gorman already stepped out aflame: as the latest model to have signed with IMG Models, as per the internet. I am not here to judge – the octogenarian author Joan Didion also did a spot of modelling as the face of Céline’s sunglasses in 2015. Times are tough for writers, and Gorman is very young, so she is wise to capitalise on her megawatt notoriety as much as she can. As the saying goes: poetry, but make it fashun.
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Depending a bit on where you live, it’s quite likely that the options for, well, doing anything except for corpsing on the couch are quite limited. There are, however, two things we can do even during this pestilence: walk, and read about walking (after you’ve exhausted your daily one hour outdoors exercise slot).
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