We scared ourselves too.1
In the spirit of spooky season, we’re writing this in costume. An editorial one that is. This month2 we’re dressing up in a new format and giving you all a little dose of observations and satire about our silly little lives. Not necessarily recos, or even any tea, just errant thoughts and a few spooky links to celebrate the season.
As always, feel free to share your own mind-circling, brain-melting thoughts with us, too! Hope you had a happy Halloween.
Sylvie F. und Ilana C.
SF: The air is crisp, the coffee is hot, the leaves are crunching under my feet… it must be time to watch my comfort television show again…
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Questions I Had While Watching Gilmore Girls for My Seventeen-Thousandth Time
How am I suddenly closer in age to Lorelei than to Rory?
Why are there no crosswalks in America’s-safest-small-town of Stars Hallow?
The year is 2003, not 1973, why is everyone so cool with Dean proposing to Lindsey before they even graduate high school?
If Rory grew up within spitting distance of New York City with a “cool” and frugal mother, how did the girl not know that hot dogs were allowed on the subway?
Is Lorelei really that fucked up that she’s willing to fall for Jason simply because her parents would disapprove? The man takes her to a boring private sushi room on their first date for god’s sake. RED FLAG!
Wait. Can the Life and Death Brigade planner plan my wedding? Also what does it mean that my childhood and ongoing crush is the ever-so-problematic Logan? Help?
Why must everyone prematurely propose in this show? Is there no time for relationship development here?
Why does Lorelei lack any and every motherly instinct in the book, yet still be pegged by everyone around her as “the best”? And why did I ever think I wanted to “be a mom like Lorelei”?!
Who let them make a 7th season?
How have I spent nearly 115 hours of my life watching these two women over caffeinate and self-destruct over and over again?
La la laaaaa la la la… la la la laaaa-a-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaa
IC: Thoughts I had while planning (and hosting) a not halloween halloween party3
If we tell people it’s a Halloween party, then some may show up in costume, which means I have to wear a costume. But if the invite says it’s not a Halloween party, guests will still have Halloween on their minds without the pressure or expectation of costumes or decorations.
The invite.4
Who are my friends?
*Obsessive DM scroll*
This will be great fodder for my therapist.
If we say the party starts at 9 and early guests arrive between 9:30-9:45 and fashionably late guests show up closer to 10:30 and extras show up closer to 11:30, and we have 30 beers, two bottles of tequila, one case of seltzer, then how much time do we have until the alcohol runs out? 5
Fuck it, give me some cat ears.
People are here!
...and so are the cops, and they are in my house?
They are escorts?
Who are these people?
A Reeses + mezcal mule will help
& cake in a solo cup!
I don’t feel confident in the structural integrity of my porch.
Compliments on my apartment are so validating!
It smells like mulled cider and sweat.
I don’t remember owning a caldron.
I’m sticking to my floor. We should do this again.
after another 6 month hiatus
Rabbit Rabbit! But here, by “this month,” we mean October (we're still working on our editorial calendar).
The week before Halloween…
By Noy! ☟
The invite said BYOB. Where does that factor into the equation?