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It’s Monday, I am alive, please keep reading my Substack, thank you!!!
I was just in London and brought back a little souvenir link - as of 2013 it is perfectly legal to call a police horse “gay.”
Blake Lively is on one of the worst press tours in recent memory and everyone is asking, “Is she a sexist possessed by a Confederate ghost or just a busy mom friend-of-Taylor?” I say probably both! But we got some good writing from all the kick-up: an essay on the thrill of public cancellation and a fantastic breakdown of exactly who suffers from famous people “acting famous.” And even though history is a river, I’m sure we’ll end up here again.
A “both teams lose” moment I can get behind.
A superyacht named “Bayesian” sank in the Mediterranean, and you’d think based on all of the priors they would have predicted this fate… poor taste math joke, sorry.
I don’t have kids, so feel free to correct me, but I don’t think strapping a child inside an unmanned robot and sending them off into the world with just a hope and a prayer is a great move? Can any parenting experts weigh in?
Tunes to start the week with:
When I say, “no one is making rock music anymore,” what I actually mean is, “I wish a white guy would do rap style vocals over some juicy guitar riffs, like Phil Collins in Genesis or some of that New Romantic stuff from the 80’s, or you know, like Big Audio Dynamite? Yeah, The Clash spin-off. Just me?” Luckily, the new Fontaines DC album, Romance, really scratches this itch. The Dublin postpunk crew’s fourth album is so good - I love the single “Starburster,” an anxious banger that is going to have a very long life on my Spotify playlists.
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