Sybarite’s Ins and Outs for 2024
Stay in bed, baby.
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Crying in public/trauma bonding. Rescue dogs. Credit card debt. Becoming a Bed Creature™. Gel manicures, red lipstick, fake eyelashes. Consumerism. Mild porn addiction. Watermelon juice. Weird Danish light fixtures. No longer pretending to like jazz. Looking at your phone whenever you want. Hummingbirds. Muffaletta sandwiches. Road trips (because flying is now an exercise in dehumanization). Remembering that Jackie O stood up straight in while her pink Chanel suit was covered in brains and blood so you can stand up straight when you are having a bad day too. Pearls. Oil painting. Witness protection program for non-criminals (someone please invent). Caterpillars. Maria Sibylla Merian. A spa where you can have get a medically-induced coma (someone please invent). Texting him until he blocks you and endless crushes. Fireplaces. Understanding that the legal term “genocide” does not apply to Israel’s ground invasion of Gaza, but instead applies to what Hamas did on October 7. (Here’s the United States’ definition of genocide if you’re curious). Being a proud Zionist. Coffee with heavy cream. Boogie boarding. A good whiskey and a smoke. Augustinus Bader Rich Cream. Vanity. Burning sage. Multiculturalism. Croissants. Microforests. Letters on paper, written in pen, sent through the mail. Restoring old homes. Blue cheese salad dressing.
