The burnout gateway to cosy content
It’s come to my attention that I’m burnt out, which is not a clinical diagnosis. If I went to a medical professional I’d probably be told I have mild depression and slightly less mild anxiety as a result of acute stress from my life choices. Also, the world is falling apart and everything is terrible and humanity is a disease. I’m not planning to go to a medical professional, though, because I’ve been here before and I know how to get out of it. Plus I’m foolhardy. In fact, I’m everything I accuse my parents of being. Or worse.
Meet toxic masculinity’s final boss: Ilya Rozanov from Heated Rivalry
Although I was pretty offline (for me) in December and January, the rising clamour of Heated Rivalry mania still reached me.
“Have you heard about the gay hockey romance?” My husband asked. I hadn’t, but next time I scrolled TikTok the algorithm fed me a 42yo Australian mother of 3 who’d just got her second Heated Rivalry-inspired tattoo and I knew I’d be watching it.
Imagined, experienced, remembered? A trio of selves digest Stranger Things
I finished Stranger Things a few weeks ago and my first thought was: it’s no Succession. Ending a beloved series that’s been running for almost a decade can’t be easy, proven by the fact very few have done it successfully. In one review I read, the Stranger Things finale was applauded for playing it ‘straight down the middle.’ Not a dumpster fire like Game of Thrones, not a masterpiece like Schitt’s Creek. It was fine.