Hello, everyone! Welcome to Silly Sunday! I officially made it through opening weekend of Titanic and now I’ll be taking the next few days to decompress or veg out or whatever it takes to feel rested again. (Have I ever felt rested, really?)
But before I curl up for a few blissful days off, I’d like to share one of the silliest things I read this week. The New Yorker posted an article imagining how famous authors would request nudes and it’s a brilliant look at the essences we assign these writing legacies. It’s super funny and also highly insightful… And they include Shakespeare! Because, duh.