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The NYT article about Bari Weiss (gift link in reply) is causing confusion. So I’ve translated some parts for you: “Her contingent of fans includes members of the so-called PayPal Mafia” = she’s bad because Peter Thiel “She is known to request more... See more

Lulu Cheng Meservey

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Surrounded by a land of plenty, I couldn’t shake the notion that what I had been given was not enough. So I “borrowed” clothes from other people’s closets. I had an ongoing scam with the Columbia Record & Tape Club

Sarah Hepola • Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget

I think of her often. She happens to hit on a particular fixation of mine, which is the problem of “taste” as an ever-present commodity, rather than something idiosyncratic, personal, and most importantly, connected to other aspects of your day-to-day life, like how you move around the world and what you do to pass the time. I think of people whose... See more

Haley Nahman • #176: Accounting for taste

I hungered for cast-iron certainty even though I realized that I was living in a morass of uncertainty—why

Meghan O'Rourke • The Invisible Kingdom: Reimagining Chronic Illness

“when i can’t tell what i want anymore, i know i’ve consumed too much. too much advice. too many aesthetic routines. too much productivity propaganda disguised as self-care. so i do a digital detox without calling it that. i mute. i unfollow. i log out for 48 hours. i let my brain get bored again. boredom is honest. it tells you what you’re

Remember The New Yorker. You subscribed because you liked it. Then it taunted you with its endless words, pages and pages demanding to be read. It reminded you of all the time you didn’t have to spend reading The New Yorker. Whenever you glimpsed the growing pile, you felt mild panic. Every time you recycled an unread issue, you felt like a... See more

She tried to get past this—Come on, Katie, rub a little lotion or you’ll hate yourself later—but she couldn’t make herself pick up the Nivea.

Michelle Huneven • Bug Hollow: A Novel

onerous

Hillary Jordan • Anonymous Sex

On Being Butthurt

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