Ok this is pretty cool. Teen Vogue just published an excerpt from my Copaganda book today! www.teenvogue.com/story/copaga...

I just had a flashback to that year when Rhonda Rousey was the biggest celebrity in the world. I choose to believe this is a prophecy. I don’t know what it means.

There’s something inanely claustrophobic about orientations. What conspiracy of HR professionals is responsible for trapping us in their puzzle boxes of corporatization?

Whoever is telling screenwriters that voiceover is a get out of jail free card needs to be held accountable for their crimes.

Watching the new dune show and I have two thoughts immediately:

1. Wow, this looks expensive

2. Wow, this is some lazy writing

My favorite thing about teaching younger students is that the weird kids are weird in the exact same way when I was one. In 40 years there will still be kids with big headphones and wolf shirts drawing comics in the back of class.

It's crazy to me that the apex of leftist cultural cache was only four years ago and we have swung back this hard with so little to show for it.

We need to dispel this myth that old men in bad suits know how money works.

One of the many things that frustrates me about this is all the people saying they voted for Trump because of the economy. What about a serial grifter who bankrupts himself every Tuesday to avoid paying his tab makes you think he can run an economy?

posting "Gentle reminder that it's okay to unplug today and take care of yourself. Pass it on." immediately before commencing a 19-hour, 277-post meltdown

Readings are so humiliating. I swear they were invented to torture people into no longer writing.

Writing is weird. I wrote a story about my grandmother. It was the first time I really confronted her passing. I never felt the closeness to her memory so many other, doubtless better, writers speak of. What I did feel was my own sense of her taking shape. I don’t know her better. Just how I did.

I love military Sci Fi right up until I run into the inevitable conservatism

Nothing tells me my 30s are coming in hot quite like my newly developed hot takes on stationary and color palettes.