but hey, it was cold outside, I was sick of sweaters, and the frustratingly selective instagram algorithm was sapping me of any desire to post photos that no one would really see anyway. looking back at my last post in december, I can't help but laugh at my promise of future holiday blog posts, which ended up translating into radio silence for the remainder of the winter. I didn't make a conscious decision to stop blogging for a few months - it kind of happened organically.
#BRANDY MELVILLE RADIO SILENCE TOP PLUS#
after three plus months of feeling totally lethargic and uninspired, much as a bear must feel during hibernation, I give you this beige ensemble complete with the white orthopedic footwear that everyone is currently dying over and directly correlates with carolina herrera's exit from her own brand ("fashion is ugly now.") I can't say that I disagree with her - a coworker told me that I looked like Steve Jobs' wife in the 80s in this look, but in a good way, and unflattering pleated sportswear is probably not something that carolina herrera would embrace. Just waiting.Īlright alright alright, I know that you've all been waiting for a new blog post with bated breath, and here she is.
I’m tired of spending more time browsing than watching, and long for the simpler days of tuning in at 8PM every Thursday to see if Ross and Rachel will just get back together already. I suppose what it comes down to is a combination of oversaturation and nostalgia. Now it just seems more like an endless roundabout of “Have you seen this?” The anticipation between episodes, the weekly waiting game - it’s the difference between rolling a sip of a full-bodied French red over your tongue and chugging a box of Franzia. Everyone has been throwing the word “together” around a lot lately, but I always felt more connected to other viewers - strangers, really - than I ever have watching twelve hours in a row of the same show, even if everyone else has watched it. Something gets lost in transmission with streaming services. I’ve always liked the idea of people in different homes watching the same thing, laughing at the same time, crying at the same time, clenching their buttcheeks with tension at the same time. But like all those years I Love Lucy ran, or Cheers, or Friends, everyone would just have to wait until the next episode together, and then watch it - together. That’s silly and sentimental, right? Probably. He asked “Why don’t you just watch it online tomorrow?” and I remember saying, “Because I want to watch it while everyone else is.”
#BRANDY MELVILLE RADIO SILENCE TOP SERIES#
When the series finale aired in 2015, I insisted on going home from my boyfriend’s house to watch it. I’d light some candles, pour a glass of wine, and tune in to AMC every Sunday night. I remember back when I paid for cable instead of a hundred million streaming services, I watched Mad Men religiously every week. But wait! There’s no fourth episode! I’ll have to wait until it airs again next week to see what happens! And I found that strangely.nice. America - which yes, I understand, is indeed binge-watching. I had just finished the third episode of Mrs. I’d just spent a large chunk of time watching a show I enjoyed and now it was over. When Dead to Me rolled the finale credits, I felt dissatisfied. America, which airs weekly on Hulu via FX, and the second season of Dead to Me, which dropped on Netflix in its entirety two weeks ago. I came to this revelation a couple days ago, after finishing both the first few episodes of Mrs. One might ask, But isn’t that what any self-respecting millennial in 2020 should do during a global pandemic? Is there anything better suited to fill those moments when we’re trying not to think (between all of the other activities that we do when we’re trying not to think) than zoning out to an entire season of Breaking Bad? A disastrous NYT Cooking recipe that made me realize. And my sentiment regarding Thomas Kincaide paintings can thus be applied to dishes. I think the count is now at nine, and I never want to look at a Thomas Kincaide painting ever again. Like (mostly) everyone else, I’ve been pretty much confined to my house since mid-March, with the exception of the occasional grocery store run, a bi-weekly-ish trip to the pharmacy to pick up supplies for my “underlying condition,” and rare but extremely enjoyable drives - during which I realized that humans and dogs aren’t that different.
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