a little too rich for monday
Hello!
Yesterday I took 7-year-old Lucia out for a sunny winter’s day.
It started at a French cafe, where we read an Argentine newspaper (“Is it in French?”) and the glutenous among us ate pain au chocolate. After buying an aspirational (?) French fluffy white jacket for a friend’s baby who isn’t born yet, we ended the day at a sweet garden cafe, where you eat on old wrought-iron beds in the open air. (Swoon). After tea, we walked around to snap up some fresh new lettuces in the garden.
Lucia led the charge as the gardener walked us around to cut up what was ready, along the way explaining to the gardener that “Bhupi” really wanted to try this lettuce and that lettuce and OK mayyybbbeee this one also but definitely not that one and really to be honest we just didn’t know which he would like because “it’s just a test.”
“Is Bhupi your friend?” The gardener finally asked, after ten minutes of this chatter.
Nope, just the guinea pig!
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General Dumpster Fire Alerts

In personal dumpster fires, I couldn’t go to my grandmother’s memorial because Argentina’s borders are effectively shut. This all started on June 28, and thousands of Argentines are stuck overseas and not able to come back. Unfortunately, the mess doesn’t have a foreseeable solution anytime soon.


Reading
The Daily podcast from the NYT had the best recap of the Simone Biles situation I heard this week. Recommended.
I am ONE episode away from finishing Ted Lasso Season 1 and if this experience has taught me anything, it is that 99% of the time that the whole world is talking about how great a show is and I still haven’t seen it I really should just go ahead and make time to watch it!
Diane Sawyer agrees:
Palace of the Drowned, the new novel by Christine Mangan, the author of Tangerine (another one I loved) was a joy and creepy thrill. Highly recommended, and sent me down a long rabbit hole to learn about the devastating 1966 floods in Venice, Italy. See images here.
Bye, Bye Bikinis? Athletes at the Olympics say no to sexist uniforms. Twenty years ago, Wall Street Journal Fashion Director Rory Satran moonlit as my co-captain on a field hockey team that never scored a goal. But my did we wear short skirts.
I never said I’d be a real soccer mom.
Startups, etc.
How to Raise a Seed Round in Latin America without being really, really stupid.
63 different studies show the same thing: women who assert their ideas, make direct requests, and advocate for themselves are liked less. They're also less likely to get hired—and it hasn't improved over time. Yikes.
I loved this:


In conclusion, it feels like I never really woke up today. So the fact that one of the kids is now telling me it’s time to go fake fishing with some huge bamboo stalks I found on my morning run and carried with me for twenty minutes for this exact purpose is 99% fine with me, I’d say.
Bye now,
Claire