Here’s a nice little lady collab where Cardi B says what a boss bitch she is and links financial power to sex, and SZA extends the narrative through incomprehensibly slurred syllables in that beautiful static-box voice of hers. Classic. (Actually not classic; it’s nice that women are allowed to make this music now. But.. tropes.)
Want to know something fun? Apparently, real estate in San Franciso is so expensive that people can’t afford to live separately when they get divorced. So there’s this whole set of people who just live amicably together with separate bedrooms and raise their kids together while they pursue whatever else it is they’re doing. All of which feels either like the 1950s or like an arranged situation, except this time people can openly date on the side. Kind of. (‘want to come back to my place?’ )
Meanwhile on the opposite side of the universe (but in reality down the street), I’d like to pose a reminder there are dating services that you can pay thousands of dollars to do all the being-out-and-about work of actually meeting people (after all the vetting, pricing comes in at about $1,000 per match). You give them parameters: tall, Minnesotan, sits-on-a-nonprofit-board, whatever, and they’ll send their matchmakers out to events to find just a few people who meet your criteria. If you like your matches, great; if not, oh well, it was only several thousand dollars. Now, if only there were a service you could pay like $10 a month to identify the crowd paying $10k to meet other people. Feel free to steal that idea.
If reading this gives you anxiety, or if you are actually *in* one of the above situations, perhaps consider herbal relief with this highly reputable CBD tincture, which is starting to be available in more and more regular retailers. To take back the faulty slogan of a faulty organization: ‘just say yes’.