Greetings, readers/friends/enemies/lurkers/jazzy cats!
It has been EONS since I last posted. I used to CRANK out Bachelor and Bachelorette recaps religiously and eventually, I just sorta ran out of steam. This blog has done so many amazing things for me--it's how I got my book deal, it's how many people have found me, it's how I had enough friends know that I'm a part of Bachelor Nation to refer Bachelor-related writing my way and thus I had my work on Gawker (RIP I MISS YOU SO MUCH)--but I put it down for a bit because I was just exhausted. And the recaps started to feel like an obligation and I felt like my writing was becoming formulaic and predictable.
And now we're in a nightmare global pandemic and I'm working from the corner of my bedroom and feeling despondent and depressed some days, hopeful and calm other days. It's all just a lot. I'm sure it has been for you, dear reader. I look forward to someday having something to look forward to.
In early 2020 I was cranking on season 2 of my candle podcast, Two Wick Minimum. I taught myself how to edit episodes and add opening music, I interviewed a bunch of wonderful candleheads, and I had an episode in the can that I still haven't released. But then the Covid-19 pandemic hit and I just let myself STOP. Stop creating, stop brainstorming, stop hustling. I know many people who have simply been awash in such anxiety and fear, that any creative instinct is just GONE. Completely. I spent late March/April/May just trying to get through the day and do my job from this corner of my bedroom. I have tried to focus on what I can control and not spiral too badly. I've been doing lots of home improvement projects, cooking a bunch, and burning tons and tons of my beloved candles. I started dating a wonderful guy in late January and we've been spending tons of time together, which has been a lifesaver.
I have had no desire to do Zoom standup shows or create ANYTHING. And I let myself feel those feelings. I'm a big believer that you need to listen to your instincts and you need fallow periods to slow down and give yourself a break. I have been running around the streets of NYC from comedy show to comedy show at night while working full time all day since I was 26. In April, I turned 40 and it feels like a perfect time to switch gears and step away from the performing world (not that there IS performing world right now, but you know what I mean). I'm proud of the how hard I hustled all those years and all the wonderful shows I created and contributed to and people I met.
And all of this blathering and navel gazing brings us to: The Bachelorette returns tomorrow night! Yes, it's starting the season on a Tuesday which is BIZARRE because Bach has been my Monday night date for years and years, but whatever--embrace this change, Selena! Roll with it! The Bachelorette this go-round is Clare and I dig her: she was on Juan Pablo's season and dealt with that louse, so she deserves this! She's a knockout with a kind heart and she's at the age where she is likely TRULY looking to get married and settle down. Oh yeah, that's another reason I stopped watching or writing about the show: I just couldn't stomach watching 24-year-olds claim that they are eager to get married. Give me a break! Your 20s are a time to move around, work a few different jobs, date some ill-advised people, make mistakes, explore, fuck around and find out (am I even using that phrase right? No? OK, thanks).
I'm going to watch this season and it sounds like there is DRAMA already and I am STARVED for drama these days! I have no Hot Goss! I have no drama! I need more data for trash talking!!
And in an effort to gently prod myself back into being creative or just creating, I'm going to plan to write recaps on here. I'm trying to be gentle with myself about it, but I think that I NEED to give myself some projects and plans. Maybe I'll write stuff on here just about life, too? This is life now. We're stuck at home and we have no idea when this will end. We live a strange limbo and need to do whatever we can to hold tight to hope or enjoy slivers of happiness. And creating makes me happy. So I'm saying this here for the sake of accountability: I'm going to write recaps here AND even try to get Two Wick Minimum back on track. We're all doing the best we can and it's important to "set yourself up for success" as my old boss used to say. I think that creating will make me happy and help me emotionally.
So, without further ado, let's get back to snarking on reality TV contestants who are clearly never there for the right reasons!! THE BITCH IS BACK (AND THE BITCH IS ME)!