Sharing at the meeting: I had a bright orange, just shy of neon, ankle length Norma Kamali duster I swanned around in at summer parties until my friend Clay looked me up and down and uttered one word:
“Brave.”
I hope its current possessor has the undertones to pull it off.
I dig that state actors gassing peaceful protesters has become The Spicy Pepper Gas Challenge! to a lively subset of young dudes. Like “Hot Wings” for democracy.
Annual reminder it’s time to watch “Ghostwatch” because it’s very good and creepy, and I guess a warning about loose broadcast standards, 30 years too late.
My neighbor just took delivery on a brand new Cybertruck last week and every time I see it in the driveway I want to yell “Love your Halloween decorations! So scary yet hilarious!”
Oh, you gonna bring back the 80’s, various Fashion Weeks? Two can play at that game. I am getting out the hair mousse and berry eyeliner, no mercy. (Yay!)
"she took me to heights of ecstasy, to the limits of sensation, where pain and pleasure are one. I am a husk of what I once was - and still I regret not a moment of it. I look forward to being a responsible coparent"
Doesn’t the world hate to see tattletale hall monitors get rewarded? As a child I have no doubt Bari Weiss’s greatest dream was to be the one student allowed to go in the Teachers Lounge.
