new year, same tired news

I made a promise to myself on New Year’s Eve that I was going to stop doom-scrolling, but it lasted exactly ten days. The political landscape is just a nightmare right now. As a never-Trumper, I just want the man to fade quietly into obscurity so we can all move on, but it feels like the screaming on the internet never stops. My anti-bigotry activism is so important to me, but the sheer volume of hate in the world makes me want to crawl under my vintage floral quilt and never come out. To cope, I initiated a mandatory Buffy the Vampire Slayer rewatch protocol in my house. The 9-year-old is a little too young for some of the later seasons, but the older kids humored me. There is something so profoundly comforting about the late 90s aesthetic of that show. The clothes, the angst, the simplicity of monsters you could actually just punch in the face. It grounds me. I wore my favorite black 90s-does-60s shift dress today just to feel a little bit like a badass slayer while I cleaned the kitchen.