I Don't Respect Your Opinion

There are three types of people right now:

  1. White supremacist insurrectionists trying to violently disrupt our democratic process.

  2. People who are horrified by the white supremacist insurrectionists trying to violently disrupt our democratic process.

  3. People who are upset about the “toxic nature of politics” and "the “end of civility.”

That third group of people is entirely complicit in the rise of fascism in the United States.

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"The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina" Has Gone Completely Off the Rails and No One Is Talking About It

Look. I know there’s a lot of unacceptable bullshit going on right now that is unarguably more important than a not-even-that-popular Netflix series, but if we can’t turn to pop culture in these dark times, what do we even have left?

Besides, anyone whose mouth isn’t surgically attached to Trump’s asshole like the world’s crustiest, whitest human centipede knows how fucked what’s happening on Capital Hill is. What people don’t know (or perhaps are just too afraid to say?) is how in three short seasons, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina has gone from a very solid show full of promise to pure, nonsensical chaos.

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Some Cannibals, a Businessman and a Witch Walk Into a Room, Or: My Year in Books

Last year, in an attempt to do a little digital detox, I made a goal to read a book a month. Unlike previous goals such as “don’t eat cookies literally every day,” reading was easy to stick with—so I’ve kept up the tradition and almost doubled my books read count in 2019. Here are the books that graced my nightstand this year (and which ones I’d urge you to read too).

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Please Don't Make Me: A Personal History of Running, Part One

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit. Or maybe 66 days, depending on who you ask. I’ve been running consistently for 1,200+ days, so I think it’s safe to say the habit’s stuck.

“Runner” has become a core part of my identity, for myself and for others. There are people in my life now who never knew me as not a runner. They want to know:

“Have you always been a runner?”

It’s a long story, and it’s not even a particularly interesting one—I mean, no one died or narrowly avoided a stabbing, and it’s not like I ended up being an Olympian or some shit—but who’s gonna tell it if not me?

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