{"id":3103,"date":"2015-01-17T21:36:45","date_gmt":"2015-01-17T20:36:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=3103"},"modified":"2015-01-18T11:39:05","modified_gmt":"2015-01-18T10:39:05","slug":"blurred-lines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=3103","title":{"rendered":"<b>Blurred lines<\/b>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This last week was a busy one. Monday I took Tage back to orchestra practice after a month&#8217;s break, then Tuesday I was in Uppsala all day. Wednesday was Yrsa&#8217;s fourth birthday, as well as Olof&#8217;s and my twelfth wedding anniversary, and Thursday I was one of the helper parents at Petra&#8217;s soccer practice. Yesterday, finally, was pretty low-key with nothing particular on the schedule, and I passed much of the day binge-watching <i>The Affair<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>I hadn&#8217;t heard of the show until it won the Golden Globe for best drama last week. It&#8217;s really good, but in a deeply unsettling way. Yesterday I was feeling strange and uneasy around Olof, almost secretive and guilty, and it wasn&#8217;t until late in the evening that I realized that it was this damned show that had burrowed into my psyche. Once I made that connection and reminded myself, <i>Hey, it&#8217;s not MY marriage that&#8217;s fucked up<\/i>, everything was fine. But wow, that&#8217;s some pretty powerful and insidious stuff. I&#8217;m three episodes away from the end, and I can&#8217;t finish soon enough, if only to get it out of my head space.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This last week was a busy one. Monday I took Tage back to orchestra practice after a month&#8217;s break, then Tuesday I was in Uppsala all day. Wednesday was Yrsa&#8217;s fourth birthday, as well as Olof&#8217;s and my twelfth wedding anniversary, and Thursday I was one of the helper parents at Petra&#8217;s soccer practice. Yesterday,&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=3103\">Read More <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Blurred lines<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3103"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3107,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3103\/revisions\/3107"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}