The Reading List: February 22, 2020
Elizabeth
My favorite genre of film is “cheesy sports movie,” and “Miracle” is on the top of the list of those that I have re-watched more times than I can count. It breaks my heart to see this story about one of the stars of the team. Sports-related head trauma/CTE/TBI are a real concern — if I ever have kids, I’m going to be the most cautious parent — and this is just a huge reminder of that.
I love to bake, and I know that you can’t really make massive substitutions because it will mess with the internal structure — thanks Great British Bake Off for that essential lesson! This “Can I Sub This for That?” list from Bon Appetit has been bookmarked for future kitchen projects.
McSweeney’s is one of my favorite places on the internet, like most people with extremely sophisticated senses of humor (jk, obviously, i’m a child most of the time). This list of Donald Trump Jr. Reviewing Famous Works of Literature is one of the best thing they’ve done recently in my opinion.
Just for the headline: We Tried Pizza Hut’s Mozzarella Popper Crust Pizza and Contemplated How We Ended Up Here.
I just reentered the corporate space, and this has me literally lol’ing. Please circle back and ping me with your thoughts.
Finally! Yes! Already pre-ordered!
Shannon
When worlds collide…I loved this Politico piece on skin care and the 2020 Democratic presidential candidates.
All about the products within Amazon’s pseudo brands that they trademark and then sell, in Amazon’s continuing quest to take over the world.
The history of the most famous red lipstick of all time (MAC’s Ruby Woo) (It involves Madonna). *I should disclose that I work for the company that owns MAC Cosmetics.
It should surprise none of you that I’m not exactly into the cutesy stuff covered in cursive that tend to be given as gifts to and for other women, but I found this lowdown of the script-y font (coined “bridesmaid font,” which I find hilarious,) fascinating.
The drama around changing one’s last name after getting married seems to be never-ending. (Half of all respondents in a 2011 poll said that it should be a legal requirement for a woman to take her husband’s last name—I’m sorry, what?!?!)
Moira
Where sports knowledge is concerned, my level of acumen might lead you to believe that I was raised in a fundamentalist cult, or grew up in a bunker with survivalist parents. While neither of those things are true, I have to tell you that going in knowing absolutely nothing about Aaron Hernandez to the Netflix documentary was a truly incredible experience. Whew boy. I did have some disturbing nightmares this week. Probably unrelated.
A fairly accurate rundown of Wednesday’s debate. Am I going to have to vote for Bernie? What’s happening. I also had nightmares after that. It seems like I didn’t sleep well this week.
I am eternally fascinated by the thalidomide court cases and think you might be as well.
The combination of bullying my derm into prescribing me retinol (gotta attack them fine lines early), and the dry weather, and running outside, has made my face an angry desert. Maybe this will help.
