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The TueDo List: Ukraine Stories + 1980s Wordle + Vintage ❤️
Plus very obsolete tech. Hold on, that's my beeper...
📖 READ: Time for some Gen-X Justice! How Ketanji Brown Jackson’s sister circle shaped her life. Charlize Theron gets weed from her mom. You might not actually need 10,000 steps a day. “If you are struggling with your mental health, love is definitely the answer” – wise words from Roland Orzabal. How Niecy Nash and Jessica Betts fell in love. We don’t care what the Kibbe body type system says; if it makes you happy, wear it.
🌻 HELP: A few ways to help: GoFundMe’s Ukraine donation hub. A roundup of places that support Ukrainian refugees. How to support trans kids in Texas. Check out the #DearQueerKid Letter Project. And why you might want to consider donating to RIP Medical Debt.
🤣 LOL: If Wordle existed in the 1980s. A Donna Summer/Danzig mashup that sort of works? Pepsi is putting booze in Mountain Dew, as if that would make it taste better. Jaboukie Young-White’s joke about reggae.
Now: Season 5 of Better Things. (FX)
UKRAINE: Storytellers to Follow
For several days we’ve been watching the heartbreaking news coming out of Ukraine, where everyday people are doing their Molotov-Cocktail-best to resist the Russian invasion. To learn what’s really happening on the ground, we’re following journalists, photographers, chefs, and everyday citizens-turned-storytellers — Ukrainians and others.
Here are a few we’re following (though given the sketchiness of everything going on there, not necessarily endorsing):
Nika Melkozerova — New Voice Ukraine executive editor
Chef José Andrés — Chef, storyteller, feeder of refugees, hero
Serhii Korovainyi — Documentary and portrait photographer from Ukraine
Julia Ioffe — Founder of Puck News with some of the most clear-minded commentary on Ukraine
Vadim Ghirda — AP News photographer
Evgeniy Maloletka — Freelance photographer based in Ukraine
Who else should we add to this list? Please let us know in the comments.
OBSESSED: Midcentury Antique Stores
By Margaret Crandall
My love of vintage/antique stores started 30 years ago in Chicago. I blame it on the guy I was dating back then. He’d spend FOREVER digging through crates in used record stores, which was as exciting to me as watching paint dry. To kill time, I’d wander into the vintage clothing stores on the same blocks, losing myself in racks of 1960s dresses. On a good day, he’d find a rare 7” record to play on his radio show, and I’d find a great vintage skirt suit that actually fit me. (I was trying very hard to be “mod” and cool.)
Fast forward a few years, when vintage furniture became more appealing than vintage clothes, which I couldn’t wear to my 9-5 office jobs anyway. I’d spend hours in antique malls, admiring all the formica, chrome, and lucite. And bring a lot of it home with me, because in the early 90s, it was still fairly inexpensive.
Now, a few weeks shy of 50, I still love going into these stores, even when the price tags have commas. It’s less about shopping, really, than it is about escape. Antique and vintage shops are museums where you can touch the art. All that eye candy, whether it’s polka dot Pyrex, or spaghetti swag lamps, or kidney-shaped coffee tables, is a way to get out of my head and not think about the news, if only for an hour. And when I do buy something, it feels good to know that the piece has some history, and I’m supporting a small business.
Some of my East Coast happy places include:
In the Delaware River Valley, A Touch of the Past in Lambertville, NJ has museum-quality midcentury furniture in the basement. Across the river in New Hope, PA, there’s a small place called Chromium that has things you’ll never see anywhere else (oh hi).
Heading up to the Hudson Valley, the Newburgh Vintage Emporium is actually two fun antique malls, several miles apart (I came home with one of these), and Hudson, NY’s Antique Warehouse is the biggest and most exhilarating, overwhelming vintage furniture store on the planet (in a good way).
Most people go to New Hampshire’s White Mountains to do outdoor sports. I go so I can visit my father and Just L (and not necessarily in that order).
At the other end of the eastern seaboard: Canned Ham in Sarasota, FL has a few housewares, but MY GOD the clothes. These ladies really know their sh*t and their store makes me so happy.
Finally, if I ever get to Ypsilanti, MI, I may need to back a large truck up to Salt City Antiques.
Your turn! Tell me about your favorite spots in the comments.
Is there something you’re obsessed with, that you’d love to share with other TueNighters? Let us know: email@example.com
Happy Women’s History Month, TueNighters!