I’m sitting on my bed on a Friday night, typing blog drafts on my iPhone while Netflix’s new series “Love” plays in the background. (Really enjoying it…Gillian Jacobs = super-groovy, and j’adore everytime her Aussie roommate pops up in a scene.) I’ve just paid a million bills, and cleaned up the kitchen (kind of) after making an oven omelet and roasting butternut squash, apples and potatoes for quick lunches early next week. Earlier after dropping off the baby with his grandparents, I worked at one of my jobs, did a bunch of high-intensity calisthenic intervals because I didn’t have time
The minute I started thinking about writing this, I first thought, Oh, okay, writing about weight and body issues and race and heritage…geez, feeling soooooo 1995 here, haven’t I done this before in a zine or something? And then I thought: Kat, you just turned 38, shouldn’t you be over talking out this topic now? And then I thought, Do people really want to read about this kind of stuff? And isn’t this too personal? So talking about this particular constellation of topics — family, bodies, emotions — sets off a lot of resistance in me, and that might make
Most of you know I’m an inveterate music diarist — for years I made a mix tape diary for every semester of school on cassette. This year, because it is modern times and everything is d-i-g-i-t-a-l, I’ve been keeping a monthly playlist online that reflects the songs and music that both captures my heart and drifts in the background during those lovely, fleeting moments in life that I want to remember. This is September’s playlist: a harvest month, full of Indian summer sunshine, the smell of fresh cider donuts, the warmth of bundling up for the first time in a
Listening: I found a bunch of old cassettes I had in high school and it has been super-fun listening to all them: Hole’s Pretty on the Inside, lots of Sonic Youth’s Sister and EVOL, Chapterhouse, Ride, the Sundays, R.E.M., the Replacements. In terms of newer stuff, Royal Headache and No Doubt’s new song. I’m really fascinating by Gwen Stefani’s aging process, or seeming lack of one. I kind of have this love-hate thing going on with her sometimes, where I respect her empire building and her youthful energy but all that maintenance to look toned all the time seems exhausting.