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How to Politely Erase History Without Mussing Your Hair: The Smithsonian vs. The Woke Exterminators
There’s a special kind of American irony in watching a White House that can’t stop talking about “cancel culture” spend its waning days trying to cancel the Smithsonian. Canceling a comedian’s Netflix special is authoritarianism, we’re told. But rewriting a museum plaque about Benjamin Franklin’s enslaved servants? That’s patriotism, baby. On August 20, 2025, Donald
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Deep in the Heart of Gerrymander: Texas Republicans Redraw the Map (Again)
Texas, land of wide skies, brisket smoke, and congressional maps redrawn so often you’d think they were doodles in the back of Greg Abbott’s notebook. On August 20, 2025, the Texas House passed yet another Republican-engineered mid-decade redistricting plan during a special session—because if at first you don’t succeed at democracy, just redraw it until
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Sneak Peek: The First Chapter of Sleeping Fairy
Back in 2018, I drafted a retelling of Sleeping Beauty that was never really about castles or curses. It was about MySpace. It was about being twenty-one in the early 2000s—when dial-up whined through your bedroom wall, when your whole life could be demolished in a single public post, when “delete” wasn’t an option because
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Pompoms, Politics, and the Fragile Masculinity of the 50-Yard Line: On the NFL’s Male Cheerleader Panic
It’s 2025, and the NFL has finally decided that maybe, just maybe, a man in sequins yelling “Defense!” won’t unravel the fabric of Western civilization. Twelve teams—including the Vikings and Patriots—are adding male cheerleaders to their squads this season. A gesture toward gender equality, sure, but also, apparently, a trigger for every uncle in America
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Weapons, Freakier Fridays, and the Death Rattle of Sydney Sweeney’s Americana
The box office has once again delivered its weekend sermon, and America, faithful parishioner that it is, dutifully attended services with popcorn in hand. We were given horror, we were given nostalgia, we were given Bob Odenkirk with bruised knuckles, and—because capitalism cannot function without a sacrificial lamb—we were given Sydney Sweeney’s Americana quietly smothered
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The Parasocial Comfort Blanket: Why SmartLess Owns My Brain
It’s not easy to admit that the most stable relationship in my life right now involves three middle-aged white men who don’t know I exist. And yet, here I am, another hopelessly devoted listener of SmartLess, the podcast where Jason Bateman, Will Arnett, and Sean Hayes invite celebrity guests, mispronounce each other’s words, interrupt constantly,
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The Truth About “The Truth About Jussie Smollett?”
The truth about The Truth About Jussie Smollett? is that it will not be the truth. It will be a mirror — reflecting back whatever you brought into it. Netflix will get its views. Smollett will get his platform. And we will get the same thing we’ve had since 2019: a story with two endings,…
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The Hunting Wives and Why I Loved It: A Satirical Love Letter
The Hunting Wives doesn’t just watch you—it pulls you into its velvet vortex and dares you to escape. It’s not refined; it’s refined chaos. We’re diving into this unpredictable, morally acute carnival not out of taste, but obsession. Because when a show can be queer, kinky, satirical, and absurdly bingeable all at once—you don’t love…
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Taylor Swift’s Glitter Bomb: When Pop Rollouts Become Mini-Civilizational Events
This is not just an album. It’s an immersive artifact, a test in how much primetime art we want to live in. The life of a showgirl isn’t just sparkles—it’s strategy. It’s mapping meaning onto every costume, camera angle, track title. It’s willingness to make pop feel momentous again, but burdened with layers of consumption…