So, How Was Your Day?
Pad Thai. Undesirable lunch special salad.
Annie’s Mac n’ Cheese directly out of the pot.
Woke up around 7:30. Checked some emails and edited a few pieces. Donated $20 to a friend who is asking people to fund her life, then went to the dry cleaners to pick up a shirt. This is one of those days that calls for a pressed shirt. I am not capable of putting together ‘outfits,’ so I usually rely on the same five button-downs to make it seem like I’m not a complete slob (I don’t think I’m fooling anybody). I put on Solange radio on the way to the train because it is full of late nineties’ R&B. Mya’s “My Love Is Like Whoa” is both perfect and awkward in every way. I’m reading Lizz Winstead’s memoir and watch a mother feed street meat to her toddler (it’s 10am).
It’s that first or second oppressively humid day in Manhattan this spring. I wait for Business Wife on 17th street and we go to a couple of meetings. I successfully avoid sweating and most other bodily functions in both meetings. It rains a little, but not enough to destroy my mood or my pressed shirt. I head into the office to frantically respond to emails many hours too late, and am thankful that my company is the most forgiving company ever (I have given my two week’s notice but will miss them dearly). Distracted from real work, I read a contributor’s new piece, which makes me realize that I know nothing about the show True Blood. I promise myself I will watch more television. For ‘work’.
I escape the office with precisely 20 minutes to shovel mac n’ cheese directly into my mouth before a meeting with my neighbors at Miles. The meeting quickly turns from business to all of the amazing things people are doing with their lives (my neighbors are fucking lovely, smart, talented, gracious people). I bow out after a few beers and decide that tonight is the night I start watching Game of Thrones. I fall asleep to the first episode and wake up three hours later to write down a bunch of stupid ideas and idly read Twitter until I pass out again.
Three Last Things…
1. What’s up with that cat looking into my soul?
The key to a well curated home is a cherished pet that can look deep into your soul, make you examine your life choices, and match the wall décor. Grandma really nailed it in this shot (she’s also toilet-trained, for the record).
2. So, you gave two week’s notice to your old job - is this to focus full-time on your new site Reductress? It is SO good.
Thank you! Yes, it is to focus on the site and other Reductress-related projects. Signs had been pointing toward a change, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more prepared to explore the possibilities of this little idea we had. There’s a point where a good idea comes into your life, so good that it actually feels like a sin to not pursue it. That’s how I feel about Reductress – it’s something that must be done. Also, it’s fun as hell.
3. Now that you watch Game Of Thrones, which female character would be the best contributor to your site and why?
I’m only into season one so far, but I’d have to say Daenerys Targaryen, cause she has great hair and a super-hot husband who doesn’t talk much. I heard he died in the later seasons, so I’d love to read what she has to say about life as a widow with such great hair.
Sarah lives and works in Brooklyn. She is editor of the satirical women’s magazine, Reductress, with co-founder Beth Newell. Her first play, Cold, premieres this August at the Plays and Players Theater in Philadelphia. reductress.com