Oh the frailty of man…

Some conversations I’m really sick of having with people.

I don’t know what it is about this week, but I have felt a certain rage that I haven’t felt since I had a full-time social media gig 7 months ago.

Let me catch you up on what’s happening on T H E I N T E R N E T, which is probably the main cause of my anger:

• Elon Musk has started tearing down the temple and ripping up the floorboards on what is now the flaming husk of Twitter — much to my entertainment, actually.

• Respected independent journalists Bari Weiss,

  Matt Taibbi
  and
  Michael Shellenberger
  have released some well… not exactly surprising, but certainly upsetting reporting on Twitter’s internal workings called The Twitter Files.

• Way more people have Bari Weiss Derangement Syndrome than I had ever thought possible.¹

• There were A LOT of things I didn’t realize I should have had on my 2022 bingo card.

• Also, it’s really hard being a freelancer. Feel free to hire me some time. Most of my clients are Substackers.

That being said, I’m feeling a little salty today; I have a headache; and I am WAYYYYYY too tired to copyedit. So today’s post is more of a rant than a well-thought-out essay. I’m feeling a bit tRiGgErEd by many of the news stories from the last two weeks, so I’m going to let it out here.

Go grab a glass of milk because it’s about to get spicy. 🌶️