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This week in coporate buffoonery, tech clown Sam Altman was forced out of OpenAI (and boomeranged right into a very cushy job at Microsoft), and as the dust settles, we are getting a glimpse at one of the goofiest coporate board configurations in recent history. How did this happen? It’s mostly due to the current “effective alturism” (or, facism for egoist nerds) phase plaguing Silicon Valley.
Grateful that when I have screwed up at work in the past, my mistake didn’t orbit the earth for decades after the fact.
Jews aren’t the only members of a major religion troubled by infighting in 2023 - the Catholic girlies are squaring off too. Woke Pope Francis is not vibing with the extreme anti-abortion dramatics of the US, so much so that he dismissed a prominent Texan Bishop, starting what might be a new schism!
George Santos, a man much better suited to judging on America’s Next Top Model than voting in the House of Representatives, is on trial for crimes of being that girl. I suddenly feel a kinship to my fellow Beauty Insider.
I’m sure the NYPD spending lots of time and money making sure no one can hear what they say is a good thing.
Legacy media outlets would like you know that Gen Z is not nearly Islamophobic enough - apparently, the teens love Osama Bin Laden almost as much as eating Tide Pods. Just kids being kids, pledging allegiance to Pakastani terror orgs, like they always do.
Erin Reed’s moving and important, “The People I Remember On Trans Day Of Remembrance.”
Tunes to start the week with:
I’ve mentioned Herb Sundays before, but this week’s Marilyn Minter studio playlist has the most immaculate 1970’s NYC “perpetually stoned and annoyed with Andy Warhol” vibes, combined with plenty of Top 40 randoms. I find it validating when a transgressive artist works to somewhat populist music, so that I can keep listening to Amy Grant as a socialist poet bitch. And while true Kelly Reichardt heads know all about André 3000 and his flute, the rest of us have finally been blessed with a dreamy, ambient jazz album.
Bonus photo:
My dog in a turtleneck, asking for a cookie, because it’s hard out there!
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