june ins and outs
and i can't emphasize enough that american cheese on a $14 sandwich should not be allowed
Hello Tamia Talkers, Happy Tuesday! I am sliding into your inbox this evening with a lengthy list of ins and outs that I crafted and curated through March and April.
I never posted them because, if I’m honest, May threw me off my axis (in the best and worst ways). I visited New York and L.A. (lovely, gorgeous, beautiful), I journeyed to Chicago to see Beyoncé (mother, goddess, queen), and I lost my childhood dog of 17 years (heartwrenching, soul-crushing, treacherous), and in the midst of all of it, I wanted nothing more than to just be present and off my computer.
But now, in the face of my occasional loneliness and the quiet of my home without the tip-tapping of my pup’s footsteps, I find my mind freer than it has been in a while to create, express, and experiment with new ideas.
It is my hope that I can do so by dropping some extra essays, podcast episodes, and chatter here. I hope you’ll join me along the way.
As I always say, it is endlessly difficult to identify things that are “out” most months, because I struggle to jump on the hate train for almost anything. But this month, a spark lit within me.
Please tell me your ins and outs, and, if you agree with any of mine, comment, like, subscribe, the works!
in
possessing cute coasters
white noise and (re)reading the artist’s way
being well-versed in a wide variety of card games and good shuffle skills
karaoke night
jorts and a josh hutcherson renaissance
buying dvds and embracing the magic of owning cherished media
being a morning person
standing in the sun and soaking it up like a plant
boot barn and line dancing
encores
mint lip balm and jeff goldblum’s new jazz album
bananagrams and string cheese
playing the accordion
wearing cute outfits to the airport
dark chocolate pretzels and popcorn
having a catch phrase
jazz squares and party tricks
closing the club with your besties
power blazers and tortilla chip addiction
trying to chase your dreams even if you fear failure
jumbo steel water bottles with a flexible straw
destination walks (where you choose a place that you’ve really wanted to explore and you plan a walk around or in it for leisure!)
random acts of kindness
confessionals and doing it for the plot
hand fans
cow print and bringing a book to places you know that you would never have an opportunity to read
aquariums and cute dogs
alien superstar summer
out
pills that are hard to swallow (literally and metaphorically)
adding lol to the end of every text message like a period
being unable to make eye contact with hot people
being a hater instead of a lover (still pushing this agenda)
restaurants that play the music so loud that you can’t hear the person directly in front of or next to you
limited hip mobility and forgetting to stretch
foods that don’t taste better after a night in the fridge (be like pad thai, marinate and evolve!)
being afraid to share yourself with the world
plans that don’t make it out of the group chat
the pacers (mourning for the bucks and knicks)
caffeinated drinks (I’m not built for this)
june gloom and Beyoncé’s refusal to play “love drought” live
speaking into your apple watch (this does not apply to everyone but the man I saw doing it at the gas station looked so goofy)
ineffective public transit
american cheese on a sandwich that costs more than $5 (this should be illegal)
garlic aioli instead of ketchup
choosing to not wear sunscreen
dresses without pockets and bare feet at the airport
only finding joy and accomplishment in exercise if your fitness tracker is on (free your mind)
Love this, Tamia! So sorry to hear about your dog passing. My condolences.
IN: lgbtq+