My insomnia is back.  Fantastic.  So a sleep-themed episode of The Weekly Edit it is.

Here’s everything I was thinking about and writing about when I should have been sleeping.

As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t drink coffee.  Where most people get just a pleasant buzzed feeling and increased focus, I get sweating, heart palpitations and the shakes.  So how do I stay awake when I don’t sleep the night before?

Most days, I just power through.  It isn’t pretty.  It involves a lot of grumbling.  But if I need more of a boost Tootsie Roll Pops and Jolly Ranchers work as well as coffee.  For a really bad week, when I’m running on less than two hours a night, I break out my B12 vape pen (I’m not a doctor, so talk to yours before you try it).

Occasionally, I drink tea.  I like Orange Pekoe and Earl Grey.  But drink one sip too many, and I get the same side effects as coffee, so I don’t rely on it.

One of my favorite things about London was the British commitment to baked goods — cakes, pies, biscuits, tarts, and puddings.  They’re delicious and they’re everywhere.

As proud as I am to be an American, I’m glad that I missed the Revolution because I’m not sure I could be trusted to abandon a land where department stores serve snacks in favor of something as paltry as liberty. Give me trifle, or give me death.

So it’s no wonder that one of my favorite late-night TV programs is The Great British Baking Show.  First off, watching the contestants create these show-stopping baked goods is really fun.  Secondly, the show is almost entirely free of the manufactured drama that plagues other reality shows.  And lastly, if you’re trying to fall asleep, the show is more soothing than stimulating.

Also, for fans of GBBS, let’s take a moment to admire what is inarguably the show’s greatest moment — when Beefeater Paul created this spectacular lion out of bread.

Even after a long night, I can usually get away with a bit of Bobbi Brown corrector and some Glossier Stretch Concealer.  But not this week.

This week, it’s time for the big guns, the Howitzer of concealer.  This Bye Bye Under Eye Concealing Pot should be kept under glass that says, “Break in Case of Insomnia.”  It doesn’t crease.  It doesn’t crack.  And it will cover even my most stubborn darkness.

So why don’t I use it every day?  Because this stuff is thick.  It doesn’t feel heavy when you wear it, but you need to spend several minutes blending it in to prevent it from looking heavy.

I use this large concealer brush from Hourglass to blend it in.  The brush is solid so you can paint and pat with confidence.  Or you can use your fingers, which sometimes works better.  Just make sure to use your weakest finger, your ring finger, to protect your delicate eye tissue.

I was a 28-year-old Hill staffer when a social worker from the Blackfeet Reservation sent me an exhaustive public health report on violence against women in America.  “Notice anything missing?” was all her e-mail read.

The report was over 50 perfectly cited pages filled with full-color charts and graphs breaking down violence rates among women from different ethnic backgrounds.  Native women were not included.  Surprising given that Native women are (conservatively) 2x more likely to be raped than their fellow Americans, and 3x more likely to be victims of domestic violence.

Eight years later, white actresses continue to get the bulk of the #metoo coverage, while women of color struggle to be recognized by a movement that they started.  And the closest we’ve come to giving Native women a platform to share their stories is the movie Wind River.

Until today. #notinvisible