HeyJaredThe Unhinged Mom Edit
What happens when you choose domesticity, and it chooses you back. European. Unhinged. Identity under domestic pressure.
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I’ve Thought This Through (opens the original)
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I’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time somewhere that doesn’t exist yet.Completely normal behaviour for a 41-year-old with actual things to do.Anyway, welcome back.Sunday Dinner“Mam, is there Crodino in the fridge?”I’m sitting outside at a long wooden table in the late-afternoon sun, sunglasses on. Focaccia, burrata, tomatoes that actually taste like tomatoes and enormous green olives are spread across the table. With pits. We don’t do pitless nonsense.“Yes, we have Crodino!”Mini-Us walks ins
Nobody Knew Where We Were (opens the original)
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There was no editorial meeting. It just keeps happening. I appear to have accidentally committed to the 90s.Anyway, this week Wu-Tang Clan enters the ice-cream section.Somehow this is still a newsletter about motherhood.Pick A System“RECORD!”It’s Thursday, 7:30pm, 1993, and my sister’s and my bedtime routine is on hold. My mother is standing in front of the VCR with the concentration of a surgeon. The season finale of EastEnders is starting on BBC.Press too late, you miss the beginning. Someone
Apparently, It Escalated (opens the original)
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I fear the 90s situation has escalated.There were cornflakes. Actual white sugar. A very pixelated camera. Viennetta. And for several consecutive days, nobody knew where I was unless they were physically looking at me.My dear reader, welcome back.It Was All So ExcitingSalmon-pink linen napkins folded into artworks. A fish tank full of borderline-illegal-looking exotic fish. This was the Chinese restaurant across the street where birthdays happened.On my seventh, I wore my fairy-tale princess dre
Both Things Are True (opens the original)
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Internet Explorer, cigarette smoke and heated family discussions about whether someone might call.Things I did not expect to feel nostalgic about.Somehow Victorian London and blood at the beach are involved too.Welcome back.Someone Might CallFor our six-hour flight to Cairo, my sister and I were allowed one magazine each. I always chose Donald Duck. I couldn’t read yet. My sister took something with horses.We were surprisingly easy to entertain in the nineties.Back when airplanes still had wallp
I Should Have Had the Second Bottle (opens the original)
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Reading this week’s newsletter back, I realised we’ve somehow covered all the great Greek genres: comedy, tragedy and fantasy.There’s also a vibrator.Welcome back.The Second BottleThe scent of jasmine drifts across our table. I’m having dinner with my two best friends on the flower-filled terrace of a tiny Greek restaurant in Amsterdam. Grilled octopus. Rosé Crémant. Three Pilates girls next to us are conducting an in-depth analysis of their party trip to Ibiza.Honestly, this woman has everythin
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