The other day, I realized that my relationship with my husband, Kumar, could be a case study in what marriage looks like when you haven’t been on vacation in two years. Like most people, we’d like to travel more. But he’s finishing his medical training and I’m finishing a book, and both of these endeavors are hectic and underpaid. (No job description that starts with “finishing” is very lucrative.) So, while we’ve become remarkably close doing boredom-beating activities together like walking the dogs and organizing our shared sock drawer, we also spend a lot of time in the kitchen arguing about whose turn it is to take out the recycling. (Kumar, if you’re reading this, I took it out last Friday.) When we do finally get to take a mini-break this April, we’ll likely travel all of an hour to Chicago, but — trust me — I’m not knocking a trip to the Windy City. The mere thought of sitting in a hotel sauna, sweating out the smell of garlic from a deep-dish pizza, might be enough to get me through the next two years.
In the meantime, here are this week’s links.
Trading In Pinot For Pot
This article takes a look at the legal marijuana industry’s new target demo: recent mothers. Proprietors of herbal goods are pushing weed-based products on those who spend their days changing diapers and doing “airplane” with pureed peas. And understandably so — thanks to postpartum depression, breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, and the many other perks of bringing a mini-me into the world, many new moms are looking for a natural, non-addictive escape that can help them chill out and, fingers crossed, tolerate the sounds of a toddler tambourine man. [The Atlantic]
A Day In The Life Of A Tidying-Up Guru
In this rendition of “How I Get It Done” from The Cut, Marie Kondo — the Japanese author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up whose name has become a verb (“to Konmari”) — describes a typical day for a world-famous organizer. Portions of her schedule feel inspiring, like rising naturally at 6:00am, burning a stick of incense, and praying at a (very clean) alter. Other admissions about Kondo’s routine are nice reminders that life gets messy for everybody, even people who group the clothes in their closet by color and style. [The Cut]
Here’s To The Most Calming Show Of All Time
This week, PBS is celebrating the 50-year anniversary of the premiere of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. In each episode of the iconic educational children’s show (including in the clips embedded in this article), Fred Rogers displayed empathy and kindness, while always speaking at a remarkably slow speed that young viewers would understand. I usually turn on reruns of The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross when I’m feeling anxious or stressed, but this article reminded me that there’s no better way to relax than by listening to a man in a sweater vest softly singing, “Won’t you be my neighbor?” [New York Times]
Love In The Time Of Jane Austen Cosplay
The internet has plenty of advice on how to spice up your marriage/relationship. (In fact, “spicing things up” used to be the unofficial theme of ladymag sites, until they turned into Kama Sutra clickbait.) Yet, as Ted Scheinman suggests here, it might make sense to go back — way back — to the days of Jane Austen for tips on rekindling the romance. This piece is an excerpt from Scheinman’s new book about the eccentric world of Pride and Prejudice superfans. He even attended a “Jane Austen cosplay camp,” which sounds kinkier than it is. Read before judging; the excerpt alone made me want to slip on a petticoat and sign up. [Slate]
Nutritional Yeast DGAF If You “Get It”
This is a short essay about a writer’s experience with one of the most poorly understood organic food products at your local co-op: nutritional yeast. As a non-vegan, Rebecca Flint Marx initially found these sawdust-looking flakes of deactivated yeast unappealing. But Marx has since come to embrace yeast in her cooking — not just because it tastes a little like processed cheese, but also because it’s got its own umami, nutrient-heavy thing going on. I remember picking up a bottle of Bragg’s at Whole Foods years ago and whispering, “Wait… what?” to myself. But I didn’t let my confusion hold me back from discovering that yeast really makes stove-popped popcorn pop. [Taste Magazine]