Last Call: The pleasures of walking alone, touch-up creme for frizzy hair, "Easy Lover"

Photo: Jordan Siemens/Getty Images
Photo: Jordan Siemens/Getty Images

The pleasures of walking alone

Photo: Stuart Ashley/Getty Images
Photo: Stuart Ashley/Getty Images

Maybe your best ideas come to you in the shower; mine come to me while I’m walking. This Brain Pickings piece distills a lot of great writing about the pleasures of solo walking, a pastime that I sometimes feel is past its time. I have to remind myself to take out my headphones, to resist the urge to call a friend, to just walk to get where I’m going. When I’m quietly on my way somewhere, it knocks loose new ways of seeing old situations. [Kate Bernot] 

Frizz-Ease Touch-Up Creme

Photo: Gwen Ihnat
Photo: Gwen Ihnat

This time of year is the absolute worst for my wavy hair and my hat head. Luckily for me, the women of the Onion keep a stash of John Frieda’s Frizz-Ease Touch-Up Creme in the bathroom here. With my problematic mop, I have looked for the perfect hair product my entire life, and this one comes pretty close, as it tames my flyaways and pulls my frizzy self together with about a nickel-size dollop of styling creme. Highly recommended, at least until I can put my woolen hat away finally. [Gwen Ihnat]

“Easy Lover” live

Fuck you, “Easy Lover” is a great song. [Kevin Pang]

Gwen Ihnat is the Editorial Coordinator for The A.V. Club.

Kevin Pang was the founding editor of The Takeout, and director of the documentary For Grace.

Kate Bernot is a freelance writer and a certified beer judge. She was previously managing editor at The Takeout.


Back in college in Chicago, I made sure to take one day every year to make the walk downtown and back (about 17 miles altogether) along Lake Michigan during a snowstorm. In my full parka, hood, scarf, and glasses up, it really felt like I was completely alone, just me passively experiencing the city one on one, as nobody else was dumb enough to be wandering around in those kinds of conditions. I’ve honestly never felt more at peace.

In later years, tossing in a bottle of vodka in my jacket pocket with a long sippy straw (best way to drink publicly in the cold - look ma, no hands!) substantially improved my experience, as you’d imagine.