Mallory's Camera

One fun thing about this side of the river is that I have a girl squad.

Girl squads are not people you have long intellectual conversations with about feasible methods of destabilizing the current regime! They are people with whom you discuss the benefits of various lipstick colors, & how much money your crazy kid is spending to go to a Phish concert in Portland, and whether your crazy neighbor’s offer to plow your driveway is sufficient recompense for the two weeks she was down with the flu & you ended up walking her dog.

Actually, I lied—we did talk politics! (We all loathe Trump.) But we did it sotto voce because we were eating pizza, drinking Irish coffee, & making wrong guesses in Trivia Night at the Parkview, Trumplandia’s version of the Cheers bar, so we were in enemy territory, surrounded by supporters of the Human Cheeto.

“Like it or not,” I said, “we’re locked into this movie theater for the next four years. Pass the popcorn.”

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I did absolutely nothing of any consequence yesterday—and had a fabulous time doing it—but today I really must buckle down & Remunerate. First, though, it’s off to the gym.