👩🏻💻 The Room Service Marg™️
Woof. The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind. Nephews have been born, relatives have died, my sister’s wedding is this weekend, I’m obsessed with lymphatic drainage massages, I’ve gone a bit overboard with home security and the exterior of my home now looks like a Tesla Cybertruck mixed with a haunted house, and Taco, the love and light of my life, is happier than ever but definitely losing his hearing. But let’s start with New York. I headed there for a wedding (because, of course), did The Kelly Clarkson Show, and even found my way back to church… by that I mean Watch What Happens Live. On day two, I turned to Dylan and said, completely sincerely, “New York requires me to be brave.” And honestly, I stand by that sentiment. Between the constant noise, how “people-y” the streets are, the frantic pace, the blisters, and, of course, live TV—New York demands a certain level of ‘get out of bed’ I find exhausting.
After a week there, I was more than ready to return to the cozy, squishy embrace of LA. Don’t get me wrong—I actually adore my New York trips. Lord knows I love a hotel bed, a room service margarita, and the fact that you can order a chocolate chip cookie on Caviar at 3am while everywhere in LA closes at 8pm.
Anyway, here’s a roundup of things I’ve read on the internet recently, plus a few of my latest existential musings.
People who avoid THEIR feelings will neglect YOURS.
Diet Pepsi is and will always be better than Diet Coke. I’m hopelessly devoted to both but that is the truth, I fear.
This one hurts. Your “yeses” mean nothing if you don’t know how to say “no.”
My least favorite sounds are leaf blowers, cars with loud engines, and “shhhhhh.”
WHY are we still asking people to share fun facts about themselves as icebreakers? Nothing is more humiliating or induces more anxiety.
PMS and early pregnancy symptoms are way too similar—someone fix this.
I read that a woman’s relationship with her father shapes her relationships with others, and her relationship with her mother shapes her relationship with herself. Still not 1000% sure it’s universal, but in my case? Pretty spot on.
Never go shopping when your hair is done—it’s like grocery shopping when you’re hungry. Everything looks way better than it should, and that’s dangerous.
And finally—take up space. That’s my new motto. You’re not too much. You’re not asking for too much. You’re not hogging too much oxygen in the room. TAKE UP SPACE, and make no apologies for it, baby.
Dylan was out of town a couple weekends ago which meant I had full reign over the streaming schedule. I starfished in bed, ate Girl Breakfasts, Lunches and Dinners, and had a full marathon of what I realized is my favorite genre of television: demented women. Housewives, both Desperate and Real, Snapped, There’s Something Wrong with Aunt Diane etc. Naturally, I also threw in some shows and movies outside that genre... but let’s be real, they all fell into my true favorite category: things I’ve watched at least twice before, there’s nothing more heavenly than watching something for the eighth time. This was the Saturday lineup + some other things I’ve watched and loved recently:
Fyre Fest on Netflix will never not shock and thrill me.
Ali Wong’s new Netflix special: Single Lady
Season 4 RHOBH (iykyk)
The Girlfriend Who Didn’t Exist
Shiv’s wedding episodes of Succession. For the culture.
EVERYTHING MENENDEZ related. The new Netflix doc with interviews with Lyle and Eric from jail is phenomenal.
Inside Out 2 (for what it’s worth, I think Joy counts as sort of demented)
It’s raining babies, weddings, and birthdays in my life, and I feel like I’m buying gifts CONSTANTLY and am still, somehow, always behind. Here are some I bought recently: