This Is Us

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This is a late-night essay: the kind of thoughts you have lying awake in the early morning hours; the conversations you have between midnight and last call. I want to talk to you about something that’s been on my conscience. Maybe you can help me think it through. Or not…

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Occasionally, out of some vestigial reflex, I still go through the archaic motions of being a citizen in a functioning republic. I wrote to my congressman last week. My representative, Andy Harris, is not what you’d call a major player in the D.C. arena; he’s a low-level Republican tool who…

This Is Us

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My friend Lisa and I have a very specific, limited relationship: We make mix CDs (and more recently, playlists) of soundtrack music for each other. Yet it’s also oddly intimate: a shared love of music bares something in you — especially love of an uncool, schmaltzy genre like movie scores…

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Institutions, like individuals, never change because they realize they ought to; they only ever change because they’re forced to, by crisis, catastrophe. No one goes to their first AA meeting because they recognize that they have a drinking problem and it’s going to get out of hand unless they do…

This Is Us

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For Sophia.

There’s a young writer I correspond with who was to have graduated college this month. She’d planned to move to New York City this summer, where she hoped she would finally meet the kinds of people she wanted to talk with about literature, art, and ideas. I’d put…

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Sometime in the 1990s, most of my friends and I got rid of our TVs. This was how you could tell who the interesting, literate people were. If you went to a party where people were talking about whatever was on last night, you knew to make an excuse to…

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I have received more advice over the last six months, both solicited and un-, than I’ve ever heard before in my life. I was facing a major life decision — I hesitate to tell you what the specific decision concerned, because if I do, you, too, will immediately form your…

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The last couple of days I’ve been filled with rage. Nothing pathological or out of the ordinary — just some minor spikes in the normal baseline of everyday male rage. The triggering incidents were relatively trivial: a couple of man-boys wouldn’t shut up on Amtrak’s Quiet Car (these days an…

Timothy Kreider

Tim Kreider is the author of two essay collections, and a frequent contributor to Medium and The New York Times. He lives in NYC and the Chesapeake Bay area.

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