Places I Stopped on the Way Home

In just three days the book comes out.

I'm in a bit of a daze because it's all happening so fast, and also it's been so long coming, and on top of that, I'm in the last push of a semester that has taken more from me than it probably should have. 

But I just keep thinking about boarding that flight to London and having a good cry (from sheer exhaustion and total relief and a little fear, but joy too). 

Because, well, this thing--a book. A real, actual book. 

And then I'll probably just drink champagne for the next two weeks. 

Laura asked me what I want to do while I'm in London and I told her, wear fancy dresses and celebrate. the.whole. time. 

So, that's pretty much the plan. 

Laura and I will be doing an in-conversation on May 10th to celebrate the release of the book. But as it's sold out, we're going to do a second on Monday, May 14...which is to say, come. Dress fancy and celebrate with me! 

Click here for tickets. 

And oh yeah, my friend Elizabeth, who is maybe the most talented person I've ever met, did the above watercolor for me. Bananas. 

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You guys, I am on a list with Cheryl Strayed and Anne Lamott. It's fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine. The book comes out in...like 9 days!!!

See the list here. 

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Life as it is, right now

I've had mascara stuck on the underside of my eyes for about three months, and still I wouldn't change a thing. 

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Time's Up

"The world is disturbingly comfortable with the fact that women sometimes leave a sexual encounter in tears.

When Babe.net published a pseudonymous woman's account of a difficult encounter with Aziz Ansari that made her cry, the internet exploded with "takes" arguing that the #MeToo movement had finally gone too far. "Grace," the 23-year-old woman, was not an employee of Ansari's, meaning there were no workplace dynamics. Her repeated objections and pleas that they "slow down" were all well and good, but they did not square with the fact that she eventually gave Ansari oral sex. Finally, crucially, she was free to leave.

Why didn't she just get out of there as soon as she felt uncomfortable? many people explicitly or implicitly asked.

It's a rich question, and there are plenty of possible answers. But if you're asking in good faith, if you really want to think through why someone might have acted as she did, the most important one is this: Women are enculturated to be uncomfortable most of the time. And to ignore their discomfort.

This is so baked into our society I feel like we forget it's there. To steal from David Foster Wallace, this is the water we swim in."

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This article by Lili Loofbourow in The Week is brilliant and important and adds necessary information to the difficult conversation that we are all having--the difficult conversation we must have. Read the full article here. 

New York

I am sometimes caught off guard by the things that I miss. They are so specific. The blue of the walls in my bedroom. A particular burger on West 10th Street. The two minutes just before yoga began when Alisha and I would whisper as quickly as possible about everything that had happened in the week before. The stretch of street between Manhattan and Fredrick Douglass that I’d cross with equal parts fear and hope before a first date.

I’m mostly surprised by how much I don’t miss. And how so much of what I do miss feels irrevocably lost. As though it’s been packed up and put away. And were I to visit, it would remain behind closed doors. I will never again be as young as I once was. I will never again smoke a cigar with a boy in Central Park. Laura and I will never again spend a week in May eating pizza and drinking wine and buying earrings on our way to dinner. That’s all done, now. And life here is so good and so right, but I just sometimes find myself wishing that I go back and visit. Not New York, really, but life as it was.

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