Midweek Obsessions, Vol. 64

In: the Arctic, Vitamin D, and SAD lamps. Out: British chefs.

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❄️ Frozen Planet II

So good; so devastating. I couldn’t watch much of the first series because I feel so much grief and so much rage and so very deeply powerless and afraid of global warming. The second series doesn’t really pull its punches, either, and is 90% bloody predator versus prey content, with some ice as window dressing. But I love polar bears and penguins and even the deeply disturbing seal that blows a big red balloon out of its left nostril to mate. To each their own.

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👩🏼‍🏫 Teaching English abroad

When I was in my early twenties, I considered teaching English abroad to be a colonial, imperialist impulse against which I—a white middle class American girl—was obligated to fight. I still lowkey feel this way, but have discovered a love of teaching that is nothing if not biologically predetermined.

In my mid-thirties, teaching English abroad for pennies shouldn’t be as appealing as it is: I should be in the middle of a promising career with babies, or in the middle of having babies and losing momentum in my promising career, but since I have neither, it’s looking better every day. Currently, I’m thinking about Czechia, Norway, Spain, Italy, Japan, and South Korea. Thoughts? Suggestions? Concerns? Complications? Have at it.

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