We’re talking about coal?

You can totally see how this mf bankrupted a casino.

I’m just so sick of the people whose whole deal is giggling at the torture and immiseration of their political enemies crying and throwing up at the idea of property damage. Who’s the fuckin’ nihilist here?

A prompt from our Poet of the Week, Shivani Mehta. Make sure to tag us so we can see your gorgeous poems!

Every day, I have to resist the urge to:
-hide in bed
-buy things I don't need
-reply to emails unprofessionally
-constantly make "ughhhhh" noises
-throw my phone into the lake at Prospect Park
-skip eating meals
-post my true feelings on Al Gore's internet

Rio Cortez🪻

I head someone explain this as “Good weird is being weird about your own business, bad weird is being weird about other people’s business” and I thought that summed it up pretty well.

We had a good ten years where a bunch of nobodies like us could report on power centers and structural inequality and abuses of power and citizens from government, employers and their surrogates. The end of Twitter as that vehicle really was the end of that, which was obviously the point.

It is a testament to our era of rampant misinformation that so many people are just causally parroting the bold claim that it is “August”.

One of the first days filming Matilda, a man who looked very familiar turned to me, completely deadpan, and said “Did you hear the one about the bed?”

I said no.

He said, “It’s not made up yet.”

It still makes me smile. The first of many stupid but funny jokes from Paul Reubens.

America is literally just vibes. A fate worse than anything else.