Monty and I are watching Bill Nye The Science Guy for the first time. We borrowed two episodes from the library. I’m wondering how high the writers of this show actually were. It is, hands down, the weirdest educational program I’ve ever seen. It’s like if Monty Python or The Kids in the Hall wrote a science show. We’re very into it. Though I am concerned about how entranced by the screen Monty is becoming. How the hell is anyone in his generation going to be able to sit still and doing “nothing”, which is vital for, you know, “creativity”? This is what happens when I hand him my phone in the morning so I can have an extra hour of sleep. I start fretting over the future of humanity. So much for the extra sleep.
We’re in L.A. for the summer. Just me and Monty. I’m working on season two of Good Trouble (thank you TV gods), and rehearsing the shows I’m going to Edinburgh with in August (thank you Theater gods). Kurt and I went back and forth about 100 times about whether or not we were moving back here. He got a promotion at work in NYC, and we decided that since our country seems to be on the precipice of collapse in one way or the other (sidebar, 28 states have proposed laws banning all abortions, eight states have banned abortion at six weeks or earlier, Alabama has banned abortion from the moment of conception, and the Senate is holding hearings on a nationwide 20-week abortion ban. I don’t even know where to start about how furious and terrified I am about this.), the safest option is to stay put, and add as many pennies to the piggy bank as we can (though we are terrible at actually saving money). But it looks like I’m going to be back in L.A. after Edinburgh, and Monty starts first grade this fall, and it turns out that working full time as a single parent is…hard and…expensive. Unless you live with grandparents or on some kind of syphilitic commune, which we don’t.
So, the “where should we live” discussion is back on the table. And honestly, there doesn’t seem to be any good options. Everywhere is expensive, and if it’s not expensive it’s in an area we would be helping to gentrify, which I can’t do because I already live with enough guilt over how white people have systematically brutalized and oppressed people of color for countless years. I met a guy whose family had lived in Queens for decades and he got pushed out because of rising rents and because he got a job working at the cheese counter at Whole Foods in White Plains. The cheese counter. I mean, hooray for cheese and everything. No one loves cheese more than me. But that can’t be much more than minimum wage. I don’t want to be a part of the white wave that pushes people out of their neighborhoods. And yes, I know it’s pretty much unavoidable at this point. Poor people are being pushed out farther and farther all over the world. And the truth is, I can only afford what I can afford (see aforementioned not-good-with-saving-money), and I have to live somewhere, I just want to be a smaller part of the problem than I already inherently am because of my white privilege.
On top of that, the mountains keep catching fire, the coasts are going to flood at some point, and honestly, we should own land with a fresh water source on it for when the shit truly does hit the fan and Nestle buys the rights to all the public water sources (don’t laugh, they would do it if they could…). Incidentally, stop buying Nestle products. It’s an evil, evil company.
Everywhere is a mess. Though right this moment, Monty is actually playing quietly by himself with toys, so maybe there is hope for humanity?
And this is why I wish I could smoke pot…