Love Letter: Daily Mail


If you look up the definition of a guilty pleasure, you will find this.

Daily MailDaily Mail is the trashiest, horrendous and most heinous tabloid ever created. But I have to read it every day.

There are typos, made up stories, terrible grammar, ridiculous commentary on picture captions and so many other glorious things that are wrong with this publication. And did I mention that it’s British? If you didn’t know, the British up the ante for their tabloid work. The stories more exaggerated, the pictures more pixely, the claims further stretched. It’s ridiculous but I can’t stop reading it.

Every day I get to work and slowly work through my cycle of blogs I read every morning while drinking my morning tea. But even on the busiest day when I might not get to read my tech blogs or Buzzfeed, you better believe the one thing I make time for is Daily Mail. If nothing else at all, I make sure I read my Daily Mail.

I’m not even quite sure why I still read it at this point. I know basically everything they post is untrue but I think I keep reading because I want to see how far they’re going to push it, how ridiculous they’re going to make it. They cover literally every celebrity on the planet and even post pictures of ridiculous mansions that are recently for sale (those are my favorite). It’s almost a game with my friends on gchat of “who can find the worst Daily Mail story of the day” first.

Thank you for existing Daily Mail. I know most of the general population hates you, and maybe I do too on some obscene level, but thank you for making my mornings much more bearable and allowing me to laugh at the outrageous stories you post. I’ll never stop reading. 

Go ahead and click on it, you know you want to

Love Letter: Shonda Rimes


I guess this qualifies as both a love and “how could you do this to me again Shonda” letter.

Shonda Rimes is the mastermind behind Grey’s Anatomy and the new television show, Scandal. I’ve been obsessed with Grey’s since early high school and just this past weekend began binge watching Scandal. Since I picked up Grey’s all those years ago, I don’t think there has ever been an episode where I end with “oh how nice, everything is perfect at Seattle Grace Hospital.” No, no, no. It is far more likely I end the episode with “DAMN YOU SHONDA RIMES HOW COULD YOU???”

I don’t know how, but Shonda Rimes has come up with more ways to break up relationships, create horrific disasters and make me cry than I ever thought possible. But I keep coming back for more because it’s so good. The characters she’s created and the relationships between those characters are unparalleled. I love the love/hate dynamic that Olive Pope and Mr. Prez have in Scandal but I don’t think anything will ever top Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang. They have their own language with each other that half the time, doesn’t involve actual words or sounds for that matter. They just know each other so well that they don’t have to speak, they just have to be in each other’s presence. It’s quite beautiful actually.

Shonda Rimes, most of the time I want to curse your name for making me feel so many feelings and breaking my heart while watching television. But then I realize that you’re one of the few people who creates the type of television that makes me feel any type of strong feelings toward characters and that’s pretty amazing. So Shonda Rimes, I love you. Please never stop writing. And thank you for finally letting Meredith and Derek find a little happiness. I think it gives all of us hope.

Love Letter: Adele


Lately I’ve had Adele’s 19 album on repeat everywhere. In the car, at the office and in my apartment. I can’t seem to stop listening to it. I received the album on vinyl as a birthday present a few years back and just discovered that for some insane reason, I never took it out of the packaging. So the other day after hanging twinkle lights, I did. And ever since it’s re-opened the Adele floodgates.

I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that she wrote this record when she was only 19. The fact that someone can verbalize and articulate those emotions at that age is incredible. When I was 19 I was trying to figure out how to do laundry and Adele is over here writing insanely poetic lyrics.

If you haven’t listened to her 21 album you’re either a newborn child or have been living underground with no wi-fi signal. Actually I’m pretty sure some mothers have probably let their little humans in the womb listen to Adele too so there is really no excuse at this point. That record is pure genius. There isn’t much else to say about it. There is no such thing as a “sophomore slump” for Adele. That record is still selling as if it was just released because in one word, it’s timeless.

Adele, I love you quite a lot. (As most of the living world does at this point.) You make me feel better about feeling how I feel, when I feel it. Thank you.

Sarah’s Favorites from 19: Daydreamer, Hometown Glory, Make You Feel My Love (Bob Dylan cover), Right As Rain, Crazy For You

Sarah’s Favorites from 21: Someone Like You, Turning Tables, One and Only, Set Fire to the Rain, Take It All