This resonates with me. But like with so many diagnoses of our present moment, I’m left wondering “what’s next?” This feels like an in-between space, a liminal pause between one American era and...
This resonates with me. But like with so many diagnoses of our present moment, I’m left wondering “what’s next?” This feels like an in-between space, a liminal pause between one American era and the next, that will only be nameable or describable in hindsight. No one is comfortable lingering here, but it’s the question of what we’re transitioning to that fills me with the most dread.
I think there’s room for a little hope there too, or curiosity at the very least. But mostly it’s dread. If I’m being honest.
Yeah it resonated with me as well, but in a way that makes me kind of want to throw up—like one of those personal back massagers might feel good, relieve some tension, but if you were standing on...
Yeah it resonated with me as well, but in a way that makes me kind of want to throw up—like one of those personal back massagers might feel good, relieve some tension, but if you were standing on a metal plate on an oil rig or something & the whole place was doing that, idk man I think I want off that ride. There's definitely a constant undercurrent of watching a disaster, watching people report on & discuss it as it's unfolding, feeling like we—someone—should probably be doing something to stop it, but who knows what? and then it's the next day and some fresh hell is making it worse. Maybe it's a decession, idk. It reminds me of Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird watching the neighbor's house burn while they're trying to pull their furniture out in the yard, & the adults are trying to stay calm & not rush to grab their own things in case it spreads, at least until they don't have to, but that potential eventuality is constant, and adult Scout gets it even though little girl Scout doesn't. I see pictures of children dead from starvation in Gaza right above DJT Jr's photoshop of his dad throwing a dildo onto a WNBA court from the roof of the White House, which is being redecorated as we speak like a villain's lair from a James Bond movie? wtf is happening, what are we supposed to do—cue someone condescendingly piping up with "Sure posting on the internet about it will help right" but seriously what's the plan, is this just what it's like? Is this why middle schoolers still read Anne Frank's diary, because it's horrible and fascinating to see the train coming when you're tied to the tracks? I have nothing to complain about, but every facet of my life that interfaces with any outside person or force has gotten progressively worse for five years—and i'm still doing ok but if that's happening to all of use then surely there are tons of people who are not.
/rant back on topic, if there are still journalism classes in 50 years Andrew Callaghan is gonna be up there for better or worse with William Randolph Hearst and Hunter S Thompson, he does not come to play—all of his stuff is so empathetic & also so entertaining, which is a hard angle to hit, and his Hunter Biden interview is the most interesting thing I've watched in years.
This resonates with me. But like with so many diagnoses of our present moment, I’m left wondering “what’s next?” This feels like an in-between space, a liminal pause between one American era and the next, that will only be nameable or describable in hindsight. No one is comfortable lingering here, but it’s the question of what we’re transitioning to that fills me with the most dread.
I think there’s room for a little hope there too, or curiosity at the very least. But mostly it’s dread. If I’m being honest.
Yeah it resonated with me as well, but in a way that makes me kind of want to throw up—like one of those personal back massagers might feel good, relieve some tension, but if you were standing on a metal plate on an oil rig or something & the whole place was doing that, idk man I think I want off that ride. There's definitely a constant undercurrent of watching a disaster, watching people report on & discuss it as it's unfolding, feeling like we—someone—should probably be doing something to stop it, but who knows what? and then it's the next day and some fresh hell is making it worse. Maybe it's a decession, idk. It reminds me of Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird watching the neighbor's house burn while they're trying to pull their furniture out in the yard, & the adults are trying to stay calm & not rush to grab their own things in case it spreads, at least until they don't have to, but that potential eventuality is constant, and adult Scout gets it even though little girl Scout doesn't. I see pictures of children dead from starvation in Gaza right above DJT Jr's photoshop of his dad throwing a dildo onto a WNBA court from the roof of the White House, which is being redecorated as we speak like a villain's lair from a James Bond movie? wtf is happening, what are we supposed to do—cue someone condescendingly piping up with "Sure posting on the internet about it will help right" but seriously what's the plan, is this just what it's like? Is this why middle schoolers still read Anne Frank's diary, because it's horrible and fascinating to see the train coming when you're tied to the tracks? I have nothing to complain about, but every facet of my life that interfaces with any outside person or force has gotten progressively worse for five years—and i'm still doing ok but if that's happening to all of use then surely there are tons of people who are not.
/rant back on topic, if there are still journalism classes in 50 years Andrew Callaghan is gonna be up there for better or worse with William Randolph Hearst and Hunter S Thompson, he does not come to play—all of his stuff is so empathetic & also so entertaining, which is a hard angle to hit, and his Hunter Biden interview is the most interesting thing I've watched in years.
Every few generations, there comes a time when one's country is rediscovered with new eyes