Nostalgia

To knowingly include stories with deeply problematic themes strikes me as just adding fuel to the fire.

I’m turning 40 in April. I am mostly at peace with the looming milestone birthday, but every once in a while, the gravity of it all hits me.

I think about the unseen Christmas treasures hidden in my holiday to-do list, in the boxes of ornaments and in the cupboard filled with décor.

I wasn’t expecting to have a visceral response to observing someone I hardly knew do home renovations.

Here are ten things I’ve been really, truly, actually nostalgic for lately, amidst the wild, terrifying ride that is 2017.

The blatant promise of a career in the spotlight has stripped the Bachelor/Bachelorette of its beautiful, benign lie: that we could watch “regular” people navigate the perils and pitfalls of modern dating, that such a quest was in and of itself enough, and that a happy ending was a real possibility.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

This must be the week for covers that make everybody cry.