Jen Van Meter is Upset
Don’t even know if this is a good idea but here I am. Comics. Dog. Unionization. Trying not to lose my grip over the state of the world.
- Loot that drops after defeating me: - a pocketful of stinky dog treats - a decent fountain pen - AirPods Pro - an unreliable bic lighter - a loyalty card from the yarn store
- Got a haircut today. Stylist is 30ish?Before even asking how much we’re taking off or anything: “Me and my kid and my aged mom all got pepper sprayed by the feds in broad daylight on Saturday. I’m running a special on pissed off hair, so you know.”
- My last Grammys post: When I was maybe 9, my cool teenage sister woke me up to see Blondie on TV: maybe SNL, maybe an awards show, I don’t know. But the Rosé + Bruno Mars nod to that moment hit me really personally, so that was nice tonight. Back to work tomorrow
- Look, I know a music show isn’t the most important thing, but. I like living in reality where Bad Bunny wins the big award on the same night Jelly Roll wins his big genre award and then sings a gorgeous tribute to a dude from a completely different genre. Artistic reality is better that Reality.
- It’s the one award show where we really get to see people who Do The Thing appreciating other people Doing the Thing vs. reflecting on it or clapping for a sample. The hooskie aspect is intense sometimes
- My favorite thing about the Grammys is the cuts to amazing musicians in the audience deeply appreciating other musicians’ work across age and genre borders. Like, I Love this song, but check out These Famous Badasses losing their shit over a song from their childhood or this newcomer killing it.
- So it’s a teeny tiny little personal victory but in July I made my first batch of a hard cheddar-like cheese. Pressed it forever in a Macgyvered rig then aged it in the basement. Cut into it tonight. Strong flavor. Woody with a little pepper, a little gym sock, but definitely an edible cheese.
