The Constant

Parenting your way through financial anxieties can be its own special kind of hell.

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A few bits and bobs, before we begin:

• Vogue put out a list of the best movies of 2025 (so far), and I hadn’t heard of most of them — great suggestions for your next movie night.

• Have a product or brand that needs marketing support? Here to help.

• I just bought this bikini from Target and it’s phenomenal. Even for us melon-owning ladies!

• Oh, the schadenfreude. (Burning Man Is Burning Through Cash, via Bloomberg.)

• I know I’m not exactly who you’d go to for “not too short shorts” (I do enjoy a little underbutt, admittedly), but I just bought these in an attempt to dress slightly more appropriately, and they’re perfect.

• I am so annoyed by And Just Like That…, as is — apparently — everyone else. This is not the Carrie we knew, Michael Patrick King! Give her back! (Would Carrie, Charlotte and Miranda Even Be Friends Anymore? via Vanity Fair.)

• Does anyone else dream of a compound? Everyone? (This Riverside Retirement Home Doubles as a Family Compound, via Dwell.)

And now…your post!

I live — like so many I know — in a state of constant moderate panic. It dips under the surface from time to time, when I forget myself, but it’s always there, lurking away, ready to ruin even the sweetest of moments.

And you know what said panic tends to be about — not always exclusively of course, but certainly always part of it?

Money.

It’s always about fucking money. (Click through that link to read my response to a reader who was — understandably given how much I go on about this — wondering if I am okay.)