turning it off and then on again

is everything broken?

Hi!

Thanks for opening this email / reading this post.

me, when two very stupid men are sparring, but I have consumed a steady diet of the craziest women on the planet tearing each other to shreds, for years

I don’t know about you, but I slept like a baby knowing Greta Thunberg was kidnapped for attempting to traffic infant formula to dying children.

• How I think I look when I post about politics on my Instagram story.

• Young women are not as susceptible to sports betting as men, but I think it’s because they have already been financially devastated by this phenomenon.

• I think I have found the cure for the male loneliness epidemic.

• Natasha Lyonne could potentially be struck from the “unblemished cool girls of the 90’s,” list that I keep in my head, for these anti-human, loser shenanigans (Tim Heidecker, you are also on notice). I am sentencing her to three years on the East coast, two off-Broadway shows a month, and a gag order to keep David Lynch’s name out of her fucking mouth. Stuff like this is a great reminder that just because someone makes art that reads as anti-establishment, it doesn’t mean they aren’t using that cache to court craven and deeply uncreative capitalists.

• An antidote to AI-generated crap? Edmund White, a poet and novelist, who passed away last week. His work is so brave and tender and funny; he genuinely changed the landscape of gay American literature. Here is an excerpt from his book, The Unpunished Vice, on the freedom reading affords.

Tunes to start the week with:

A new Little Simz album to enjoy with a nice, cool beverage and evening sunlight. I love her vibe - jazz and R&B-inflected production and clever rap. Delightful!

There’s also the new Addison Rae album, an enjoyable pastiche of the pop girlies of yore. It’s kinda stupid and really fun, exactly what it should be.

Leaving you with a poem, generated by the LLM I’ve spent almost 40 years training.

Meditation 3

Good taste is a heavy shield
against all that is ugly
inauthentic

or

a judgemental friend in your 
ear, convincing you to
stay inside.

xx