Operation Quit Drinking
So, just about a hundred days ago, I stopped drinking.
So, just about a hundred days ago, I stopped drinking.
So, I’ve been giving this blog post a lot of thought recently, and with Riverdale taking Yet Another Break for three weeks, I feel like it’s about time I wrote about it. Why do I love bad television so much?
This review is my Magnum Opus
Hmm.
Last week was a strong, defined choice of direction for UnREAL: Chet and Quinn drawn back together, Quinn undeniably on top and ruling her Quinndom with an iron fist, Rachel breaking her father out of her mother’s “care” and smuggling him to set. Only thing is, after all those changes, the episode that follows them has to bed them into the world of the show, which is what this week’s outing, Transference, finds itself doing.
Man, back at the very start of this season, I wrote an entire recap that was more or less about how Riverdale’s biggest problem was Archie. And now, here I am sixteen episodes later, having to accept the fact that the show’s biggest strength is now it’s leading man.
Halfway through the season, and UnREAL is finally giving us some damn payoff.
Not that I didn’t enjoy the first four episodes of season three, but UnREAL seriously delivered this week, in Gestalt, an episode that both went big and went home. And featured Quinn in a ruinously amazing red power suit, so there’s that.
Great post about the intersection between physical and mental health.
As the title suggests, and as another article I have written suggests, health & wellbeing has always been something I have struggled with. I am constantly bombarded, as we all are, with images that focus on body positivity and body negativity and weight and tone and appearance. Furthermore I have messages from friends, relatives and constant reminders on my social media feed regarding the need for a summer body, i.e. a tanned, muscular, slim-line, non-cellulite, trimmed, smooth body fit for a nice stroll on a beach. On the flip side there is a constant, and I mean CONSTANT, stream of images, videos, memes and the like reminding us that to have a winter body, i.e. fat, lazy, chicken nugget eating, hairy, bulky, pale, bumpy body fit for nothing other than single life, Netflix-ing and chilling by yourself, is something that no one should EVER strive for.
My problem is that…
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It’s a fine Sunday afternoon in my city of choice, I’m sipping watermelon-mint kombucha and wearing cat-eye sunglasses like the unacceptably awful motherfucker that I am, and it struck me that it’s been a while since we had a Carrie recap. Let’s change that and get back of the Kingwagon!