Let's go this way
Because the other way wasn't good
[Photo by me]
Time keeps moving forward, so what are you going to do? You have to go with it. This week, things turned a corner for me. You know when things are stuck, and then things start to move forward, and you just can kind of feel it, and it’s like there's this kind of gathering momentum, like when a cat dances its feet before it leaps? It’s like that.
This week, my role model is Christine on “Selling Sunset.” She’s the SuperC*nt Los Angeles real estate agent that the feminist movement wrought. She looks like Barbie, but she operates like a Blackwater mercenary. Once upon a time, Jennifer Aniston was the girl that every girl wanted to be and that every guy wanted to be with. In the case of Christine, every girl wants to be her, and every guy is terrified of her. Wielding your sexuality like a mace is the new female empowerment.
Speaking of killer women, “Mad Max” franchise director George Miller is trying to figure out what’s next for Charlize Theron’s Furiosa. Says Miller: “‘I've often thought about it. There are two ways to go. […] One is utopian, which is not an interesting story, really.” The other option is more dystopian. “‘[Joseph] Campbell said that the usual story is that today's hero becomes tomorrow's tyrant.’’
As I wrote on my blog, I’m interviewing with three different tech companies. One company is in venture capital, one is in online education, and one is in software. The roles involve strategy, marketing, and / or editorial. There are emails, phone interviews, and Zoom interviews. Speaking of which:
Did you know “I Am Love” and “Call Me By Your Name” and “A Bigger Splash” director Luca Guadagnino has a miniseries coming to HBO? It’s called “We Are Who We Are.” It’s “A coming-of-age story set in an army base in Italy.”
My writer friend Eric Spitznagel is publishing a three-part series about Ron Jeremy. Eric was Ron’s ghostwriter. It’s a peek behind the curtain at the man behind the Hedgehog. Why would a lothario-for-hire end up behind bars?
An excerpt (read the first installment here):
“This wasn’t my first conversation with Jeremy. It was the summer of 2004, and so far I’d clocked nearly 100 hours of interviews with him. They usually took place at his Franklin Towers condo in Hollywood, or more specifically, in a hot tub where Jeremy lounged, his rotund body floating like a furry boiled ham.”
Speaking of lurid behavior, I’m looking forward to reading Michael Cohen’s forthcoming book: Disloyal. Here’s why: “From golden showers in a sex club in Vegas, to tax fraud, to deals with corrupt officials from the former Soviet Union, to catch and kill conspiracies to silence Trump’s clandestine lovers, I wasn’t just a witness to the president’s rise—I was an active and eager participant.”
On the more wholesome side of life, a photo I took in Burbank, where I live, was featured on the City of Burbank’s Instagram page. The #FeelGoodFriday caption: “Our tree-line streets and friendly neighbors are just a couple reasons why Burbank’s neighborhoods are so beautiful. @susannahbreslin.”
So, I quit Bumble because it was too depressing. There’s something inherently depressing about dating apps, I think? All that endless swiping. All those desperate faces wanting something. All those stilted exchanges heading to who knows where. I’m sure I’ll just run into someone at the grocery store! Oh, wait.
On that note, my goal this week is to be more optimistic. I have no idea how I’m going to get there, beyond my Successes List strategy. Marcus Aurelias advises:
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
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