A dispatch from the “discount bin jizz receptacle.”
This was the first message I sent into the void in 2015, and I don’t remember being particularly happy when I wrote it. I was heading back to…
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.” - Joan fuckin’ Didion
I began this year wrapping up Cum Shots, a newsletter I’d started writing June of 2015, because I thought I was in love and it certainly felt like I was and me being in love seemed like a fitting conclusion to the narrative I’d been trying to arrange, in fragments, for the previous…
2016 was a banner year for comeback kids and unlikely breakout stars alike: Kermit the Frog reemerged as a meme favorite, an elderly dysprosody sufferer who used to play the meanest HR guy on reality TV show The Recruit became the president-elect, and the heretofore…
My writing output in 2016 was smaller than in 2015, largely because I spent 2015 writing at an unsustainable volume and with far more writing obligations than I had in 2016. I was afraid at first of putting this list together…
So, 2015 was the year I learned to hate the media and love myself.
I realized I had to choose one or the other. I realized I was slowly being driven crazy by my obsession with the machinations of media companies, my infatuations with…
A little over a year ago, I moved from Canada to the US. (My political timing was, uh, impeccable.) The idea was to leave the small, self-congratulatory world of Toronto magazines for the big, self-congratulatory world of New York magazines. Instead, through a series of happy accidents, I…
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