The Time Is Now (To Announce Your Divorce)
The Friday Post.
Hello! You are reading Hung Up, currently working from a remote birthday trip hideaway. Tomorrow the paid list will get a deep dive into my latest obsession: a way too close read of the SAG-AFTRA donators.
We are in the thick of it now: August.mp3, summer, leo season. There is nothing quite like the sit outside-laziness of August. You have nowhere to go and no one is waiting on you. The heat is oppressive, sticky and stinky, the very act of treating yourself to an overpriced lemonade from a charming barista is enough to pass the hours. There are too many degrees outside for jealousies, insecurities, edge control, Milk setting spray, closed-toe shoes. August makes you put on as little as possible to do as little as possible. You should smell, as my mom would say, like outside.
But let’s say the time is running out on your marriage. Let’s say you are Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom, or Harry and Meghan, or Emily Blunt and John Krasink…
