Years ago someone told me they were invited to a women's lunch in New York hosted by Jill Biden and ahead of the event they were all told in an email that Jill Biden requested no awkward silences
I wrote about the limits of Emily Ratajkowski's political framework and how it relates to the debate happening in literary criticism about whether comprehension=resistance. (cc
@laurenoyler
,
@xwaldie
, Amber Husain)
I know awards are stupid and irrelevant but finding out Lily Collins got nominated over Michaela Coel is one of the fastest transitions into a bad mood I've experienced in a while
My profile of Claire Saffitz and the beloved
@bonappetit
YouTube channel is up on
@ManRepeller
today. Didn't put this in the piece but I watched her make a quince tart and then ate it shamefully on the train.
I've resigned from Man Repeller to go freelance. Feels more than a little like a breakup, but I can't wait to, as they say, ""spread my wings."" Thank you for reading! "The End of an Era, the Beginning of Another, Ad Infinitum" via
@manrepeller
There's a lot to be anxious about, so I understand if media is not your first concern. But if you're as saddened as I am about the folding of The Outline, or are confused about why media is fucked rn, thought I'd share some thoughts on both. If for no other reason than catharsis.
Today I'm launching my newsletter, Maybe Baby. If people call you an over-thinker, your therapist thinks you're funny but gently fucked up, or you're just kind of lonely, I hope you'll consider smashing that subscribe button.
My newsletter this week is about the insanity of falling in love and the complexity of loving someone long-term, featuring a love letter I wrote in 2017 about losing my damn mind.
60 days from now, New York yuppies emerge from their homes, bodies softened by a Quarantine 15, faces peeling from trying all their retinols, garbage bags of things that don’t bring them joy clutched in their feral claws....
Celebrities are easy targets for moral policing—and not necessarily the most egregious capitalists—but it’s distinctly American that we rarely target them for greed. This week I wrote about public figures who sell their fans’ attention to brands.
Notes for therapy this week: going “freelance,” helplessness in the face of political tyranny, that thing I said about cocktails, new fear of my own heartbeat (?)
Actual transcript of Avi’s conference call this morning:
Him: *silent for one hour*
Him: “Have you seen the second half of Titanic? There’s a lot less dancing. Okay see ya.”
*hangs up*
The dissolution of huge, dominating fashion trends is said to be a win for “personal style,” but what is lost in the pursuit of consumer-based individualism? I wrote about the current state of denim, and fashion more broadly, for the
@nytimes
.
Quarantine game I’ve been playing for 48 hours: am I short of breath because I’ve contracted a virus that will kill old and vulnerable people or am I just anxious? Pretty bad game don’t recommend
I hope this wasn't patronizing. I'm not an expert, just a writer who cares, so I welcome any and all clarifications. Thanks for reading this super long thread which, for 30 minutes, became a fairly effective coping mechanism. I hope all this signals a reckoning, not a free fall.
The pearl-clutching around students, employees, or websites using bots to write their essays, cover letters, or articles is missing an insight. If these formats are so easy to bullshit a robot can ace them, maybe they were never the vehicles for expression we pretended they were.
Pasta thots:
Spaghetti is overrated
Mac-n-cheese shapes are superior to shells
Gnocchi is boring
Orecchiette is perfect
Ravioli over-promises and under-delivers
I know I'm broken because on day 3 of "going freelance" I created a Slack workplace and made 20 friends join so we could all talk to each other "like coworkers"
Editors! I love to write about culture, media, the internet, and the emotional rhythms of modern life. You can check out my work on . You may hear from me first (I'm free mid-March), but shoot me a DM or email if you're interested in working together!
The fact that I feel smarter for having written something and been critiqued is an endorsement of the art of criticism in general. It asks us to not flatten each other and ourselves into whatever we said last, but to see ourselves as fluid agents of ideas.
Enjoyed talking to
@annawiener
for this piece! It levies some valid critiques against the Substack model. One thing it doesn't really get into though is when the lack of gate-keepers and corporate funding is useful. A lot of good work on there would never be published elsewhere.
If you’re looking for a long read to take your mind off of things: I profiled a woman named Abigail Bruley who, at 30, lost most of her memories in a car crash, then had to rebuild her identity through clues and blunt optimism. via
@manrepeller
This week I wrote about sex in hindsight, and what happens when those experiences defy definition. What comes after the gray area? My collected thoughts after consuming “A Teacher” on Hulu,
@tavitulle
’s essay in
@TheCut
, and “Allen v Farrow.”
@annehelen
In a recent newsletter I wrote that the primary tenet of neoliberalism as it’s currently employed is the idea that societal problems can be solved through individual action.
I have 100 cookbooks written by real chefs and cooks but instead every night I Google “food weeknight dinner fast” and make a recipe from a blog I will never visit again called like Parsnips and Cowlicks or Girl With a Spatula or Hearts of Pam
Just left a voicemail for a woman I hope will agree to be my therapist and tried to make my voice sound more stable than I am. Excited to see if I get a callback. Is this how actors feel??
My firmest belief is that my loved ones, in the aftermath of my death, will read my journals under the guise of “getting to know me better,” and I, from the comfort of my urn, won’t believe them for a second.
Quarantine Log, Day 2: Weird helicopter was hovering outside our window last night, our rations are low because we fucked up our “homemade grain bowls,” we’ve had one Serious Talk, the Cadbury eggs are gone....
There’s no better encapsulation of my hubris than my conspiracy theory that optometrists have been underestimating my prescription for years because I’m good at guessing the letters
I don't think anything I've written has spurred as much of a reaction as this story I wrote last week about friendship and loneliness. A comforting reminder that we're all fucked up together!
You should only feel pain when you need medical intervention. It shouldn’t hurt to stub your toe, hit your body on door handles, harmlessly fall down, etc. Really bad design
It was an approach to the public exchange of thoughts I found really compelling. It made me want to be braver in my own critiques, and resist the black-and-white moralizing implicit in the idea that you either are or aren’t on the same side.
"They took the yogurt bowl that I liked off the menu, and they replaced it with a parfait. I am very anti-parfait. I don’t think yogurt should be vertical."
Read
@halemur
's
#GrubDiet