Imma need some of you to think about thriving out of spite. I had big plans for 2025 and I’m definitely not gonna pre-derail them for likes of Elin and Tromp. I’m getting more involved. Loving harder. Writing hornier. Having more fun. I’m gonna be so kind to my neighbors, bitch.

Journalists don’t “reset” their relationships with dictators. They bend the knee, or they were merely doing their jobs as performative, profit-driven, sanctimonious, agitprop spewing whores. What I’m saying is, fuck Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski. May their ratings sink as low as their souls.

Earnest post, but: a thing I like here is it’s okay to have moments of happiness in public without being broadly scolded, and I believe that sustaining this kind of humanity will be very important as we resist fascism.

We have to sustain each other. Making joy isn’t denial, it’s how we will survive