Midweek on Fleek: Things I like that you might too #6
The purest form of evil is surely Monday.
Tuesday is like Monday's crap little mate who kicks you almost as hard but is not as charismatic.
And Wednesday is the semi-embarrassing kid you have to sit next to at lunchtimes until you're eventually taken under the warm, chubby wing of Thursday who gives you a makeover and sets you up on a date with her tortured but devastatingly handsome older brother, Friday.
INTO THIS METAPHOR?
No. OK then. Here are some things to do:
1) Read Home Going by Yaa Gyasi
This is a book about the effects of the colonization of Africa and the slave trade, told through different generations of one bloodline.
One half-sister is sold as a slave, the other married to a white slave-trader, each chapter follows another ancestor.
The novel is entirely unapologetic to white people. It's ugly in places and full of the sharp pain of what one race did to another. It mixes a vital history lesson with entirely believable characters you warm to and wonder about.
Not gona lie, I haven't finished it yet, so WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN.
But so far it's an absorbing read which conjures images hard to shake.
2) Listen to the Dirty John podcast
The body was found with thirteen stab-wounds.
A district attorney called Matt Murphy, charged with deciding if it counts as a murder, concludes: 'This young woman fought like hell.'
For the majority of this podcast you'll be wondering how a person could fall in love with anyone claiming to be a 'freelance anaesthesiologist'.
That cannot possibly be a job.
But the story is close enough to home - dating website nightmare come true - to send a shiver down your tinder profile.
It is also an important reminder of how hard it is for many people to claw themselves from coercive, controlling partners.
If that weren't enough, there are some great (if slightly off-the-mark) Walking Dead references.
Binge-worthy, but it's no Serial.
3) Watch Gaga: Five Foot Two on Netflix
No one ever listens when you tell them Lady Gaga is a true genius.
But she so is. This film is quite dreamily shot really. It looks good.
Gagz has moments of borderline diva: she backs her 1970s Chevelle SS into Mark Ronson's Mercedes with a crunch and barely an eyelash flickers.
The pep-talks she gives her backing dancers are a mix of cliché and vague, but they seem to know what she's getting at..
There are lovely moments too, like the christening of a band member's baby and the bit where she plays 'Joanne' to her grandmother - a song about her father's sister who died of Lupus aged 19.
We see the ravaging loneliness fame can bring and the physical pain Gagz is prepared to dance through. It's an interesting watch whether or not you identify as a little monster.
Also, is it me or is it just REALLY fun watching famous people cook dinner and play with their dogs? MTV need to bring back Cribs. Side note.
Sometimes you wonder if Gaga's husky one-liners are part of a deliberately unpolished act.
But her nasal New York do-you-know what-I-means are actually quite moreish so you probably won't mind.
The film is, in essence, a beautifully-edited advert for Gaga's new album.
But let's just get into it and have a listen while we're getting high in Nan's Cinquecento.