I've never been a fan of the concept of "guilty pleasures", but I'm even more strident about it these days. The world is on fire and just being alive right now is exhausting; I would be a shell of a human without the escapism of romance novels, reality TV and Godzilla movies.
Real Housewives of Beverly Hills comes back tonight, and the #podledom podcast which recaps vintage ANTM has reached the "runway across a swimming pool where they have to walk inside a plastic bubble" episode and that's how I'm surviving today's news cycle
no apologies
no apologies
whatever your thing is, i wish you a merry two-hour pre-bedtime escapism break to give your brain a break so you can sleep tonight and come back to be mad about everything with me on here tomorrow
I was thinking about this today while I was writing because I'm working on a scene where (mild spoiler?) someone time-travels to a post-apocalypse refugee camp and uses her tech to jump back to before the war when grocery stores were full to load up on supplies for them
and I was thinking about what are the things that you would want or need to make that experience survivable, so I decided that in addition to the basics (food, first aid, tampons, diapers, formula) she also buys every murder mystery and romance novel at the grocery store checkout
(there is also a whole designated space for dogs and cats to run around because they let everybody keep their pets, I may be an evil writer who concocted an alternate universe war that destroyed Washington DC in 1980 but i'm not a MONSTER)
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