Emily in Paris was and is one of my guilty binge-worthy pleasures. The setting, the clothes, the characters. I prepared for my vacation there this week by doing all the normal things one does for a trip. I packed, organized, and shut out all the unthinkable things that occurred during the week by rewatching every episode of Emily in Paris. Emily in Paris made for a very good distraction from ruminating. I was able to block out all the people who have said to me over the last five years how silly I was to be concerned about thinking women’s rights would be negatively impacted by changes I saw happening around me. Silly me.
The series Emily in Paris is pure fantasy. It is a great diversion from reality. Indulge now and recharge. There is much work to be done.
PS: The photo of Dana and me is from 2012 — 10 years ago! There will be plenty of updates in the coming weeks.
