I’m trying to use Instagram less (you’ll see why in this Wednesday’s post), which means more mini-posts over here. Yay for more content, yes? Yes.
Last week, my hometown elected a 34-year-old, black, male, progressive mayor. I voted for him (with the heavy dose of skepticism that comes with voting in a failing democracy) and while my hopes are not high, I’m curious to see what he’s able to accomplish.
After my last attempt at a strength/bodyweight workout
nearly killed left me limping for three days, I’m happy to report that I found a real beginner’s strength workout on YouTube this weekend that I can slide into my evolving fitness routine. I surprised myself with how well I took to squats and lunges. That I’ll be able to walk tomorrow is also a big plus.
Watched Netflix’s The Harder They Fall over the weekend. Loved every bit of blaxploitation-2000s rap video-western aesthetic excellence. The cast was phenomenal: Idris was as commanding as ever; Regina King played violent psychopath as well as she plays everything else; I even enjoyed Lakeith Stanfield (who I am generally unimpressed by). But Jonathan Majors? Man. He’s becoming one of those actors I’d watch read a phone book. The man has a criminal amount of je ne sais quoi.
I finished two non-fiction books this week; Jia Tolentino’s Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion and Gabrielle Union’s You Got Anything Stronger? Enjoyed the former, was less enthusiastic about the latter. That may be due to my overall exhaustion with “celebrity women as avatars for everyday women” as a premise.
Remind me to lay off the DoorDash orders. I need to prepare for a world that once-more includes student loan payments.