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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Imagine having spent most of your life in the public eye. Imagine having been catapulted to stratospheric celebrity without possessing any skills except for that of tireless self-promotion. Imagine having prepared for a shocker for months and then, just as you’re about to go live with your bombastic piece of spectacle, your president steals the show. Kim Kardashian probably has to stay being married to Kanye West now, as no one gives a shit about their divorce anymore.
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While I have wasted a perfect pandemic on contemplating physical exercise and other forms of self-improvement without getting anything done, Amal Clooney wrote a book The Right to a Fair Trial in International Law.
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‘Tis the season to suffer from symptoms caused by cognitive dissonance brought on by Mariah Carey’s holiday oeuvre and the film Love Actually. How to love, but also hate so much at the same time?
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So it crept here, December. In the absence of the usual weeks-long social drinking that usually marks the beginning of the advent, this year the first of December was rather marked with an exasperated, exhausted cry. Shall this, too, finally pass?
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“I don’t need the US Soccer, or the FIFA president, or a bunch of Hollywood stars to like me to know I am right.”
Continue reading “Megan Rapinoe: One Life”
