Now you’re expected to be awful on Twitter, just to show how attuned you are to these awful times.
The week before the election, you get stories like this.
Presented with a screaming, emotionally volatile horde, millions of Americans thought: “That’s the group I want to join. They seem fun.”
No one should be overtly sexy in the traditional, clichéd ways, because that reinforces hetero-patriarchal norms.
“Disruptive. Messy. Loud. That is what democracy looks like.”
Notes on Brexit from a confident Yank who thinks he knows everything because he’s from the States.
Carmen Petaccio argues that the collapsing app, Moviepass, ought to be replaced with a nationalized, "free" service.
What did people do before Twitter? You imagine angry folk walking around just sloshing with opinions, red steam shooting from their ears, unable to vent, yelling at dogs.
“There really isn’t a way to express how seismic it is for @GeorgeWill of all people to tell Republicans to vote for Democrats in November.”
A parody conversation between an IG interviewer and some agents on the inside...