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Lindsay Pugh

Lover of shitty romcoms, the Coney Island duck machine, and emotionally manipulative cats. You can find more of my writing at Seventh Row.

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Friday Night Dinner, 6.27.25

Since I live in the Hudson Valley, I'm within 3 hours of many literary landmarks. The ones I care about most are in Massachusetts: * Edith Wharton's house (The Mount) * Emily Dickinson's house * All the houses in Concord (mostly Louisa May Alcott's Orchard
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Friday Night Dinner, 6.20.25

I'm going to cool it on the weather talk lest I resurface memories of forced politesse in the office kitchen with that weirdo who loves posting unhinged "insights" on LinkedIn and, inexplicably, has power over your career advancement. You don't want to jeopardize your
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Friday Night Dinner, 6.13.25

This week sucks dick. Brian Wilson, Sly Stone, and Pippa Scott died; Trump deployed active duty troops to LA; Senator Alex Padilla was assaulted for asking a fucking question at puppy killer Kristi Noem's press conference; Israel attacked Iran. The list goes on! None of it is even
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Friday Night Dinner, 6.6.2025

Tragically, I think hot weather is here to stay. I'm writing this on Thursday morning when it's already 75 degrees at 8 am. For the rest of the spring/summer, you'll find me inside an air-conditioned room, eating SnackWell's and smoking a
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Friday Night Dinner (Midnight Snack Edition), 5.30.25

This has been the rainiest, coldest May in recent memory, and I fucking LOVE it. I don't want it to get hot; the sunshine is not my friend. I want a spring/summer that feels like autumn. Not one of those autumns where it's regularly 80
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Friday Night Dinner, 5.23.25

I got home from Brimfield last Friday and slept for twelve hours. Nothing makes me feel my age quite like trudging around muddy fields all day in the blazing sun. I don't understand how, in my twenties, I did shit like this every weekend on three hours of
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'Étoile' S1 hot take: The Palladinos should stop making dance television

Spoilers abound, so read at your own risk! Amy Sherman-Palladino and Daniel Palladino walk the razor's edge between quirky and obnoxious. Even with the beloved "Gilmore Girls," there are moments — "Secrets and Loans," "A Vineyard Valentine," anything involving April — where the scale
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Friday Night Dinner, 5.16.25

By the time you're reading this, I'll be on my way back from Brimfield (an outdoor antique flea market) hopefully with a car full of lamps and plant stands. Someone on Instagram called it "Coachella for people over 29 who live in NYC and own
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Friday Night Dinner, 5.9.25

The rain has been merciless this week, forcing me to take long, wet walks around the neighborhood followed by nightly baths. I love this time of year when everything is newly green and it feels like something good might possibly happen. My allergies are so bad that every waking moment
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Friday Night Dinner, 5.2.25

Do long newsletters feel like homework? Samantha Irby has me worried, so I'm going to try throwing a few short ones into the mix. I can't waste prime "taking my cat outside on a leash" weather with too much yapping, so onto the recommendations!
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Friday Night Dinner, 4.25.25

Another bullshit week in suck city. But you know what... the sun is shining, it's warm enough to sit outside with "Notes to John," and the universe has blessed us with a new Palladino show. There are still bright spots even when it's awful.
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Friday Night Dinner, 4.18.25

Approximately 10,000 horrible things happened this week, so I asked some friends to send me pictures of their pets as a palate cleanser: Leia uses buttons to communicate and once kicked guests out of her house by repeatedly pressing the "all done" button until they vamoosed. Mouse
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