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The American Dream Was Always an HOA Scam
The American Dream was never a promise; it was a performance. A stage set that looked believable until the lights flickered and the backstage was exposed—cheap plywood, unpaid labor, and a cast list missing half the country. MAGA wants to dim the lights again, to sell the illusion one more time. But illusions don’t pay…
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The Dust in the Sunlight: Why I Stopped Waiting and Hit Publish
Thank you for being here—for reading to the bottom, for believing longform isn’t dead, for understanding that the dust in the sunlight is not failure but evidence. Evidence that we’ve been moving, living, changing the air. These books are my evidence. I hope one of them becomes yours.
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Clueless: Sustainable, Vegan, and Still Totally Clueless
It’s 2025, and Hollywood has decided that what we all desperately need — in between political purges, climate collapse, and AI that accidentally tells the truth — is a sequel series to Clueless. Yes, that Clueless. The film that gave us plaid skirts, “as if,” and a generation of women who briefly thought a yellow
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The Day the WNBA Got a New Sponsor: Batteries Not Included
There are certain moments in sports history that get replayed for decades. Michael Jordan’s flu game. Brandi Chastain’s penalty kick. The time a sex toy took center court at a WNBA game. Yes, you read that correctly. Somewhere between the jump ball and the final buzzer, an adult novelty item decided it was time for
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Jim Acosta Interviews AI-Generated Shooting Victim, and Journalism Finally Eats Its Own Soul
here’s a point at which “innovative” stops meaning forward-thinking and starts meaning we ran out of shame. We are well past that point. Journalism’s job is to speak to the living, hold the powerful accountable, and honor the dead with accuracy and dignity. This? This is puppeteering the dead for clicks, calling it progress, and…
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Chief of War: Jason Momoa Turns Hawaiian History Into a Streaming Bloodsport (and We’re All Standing to Clap)
You should watch Chief of War. Not just because critics love it. Not just because Jason Momoa is impossible to look away from. Not just because it’s history that will make you rethink every lazy travel brochure you’ve ever seen for Hawaii. You should watch it because it’s a rare act of mainstream television doing…
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Supreme Court Flirts with “Roe Treatment” for Gay Marriage — America Holds Its Breath and Its Vows
Rights rarely vanish in a thunderclap. They dissolve in a drizzle of exceptions, carve-outs, and “reasonable accommodations” that turn the bold promise of equality into something conditional. Marriage equality is not under attack because it has failed — it’s under attack because it has succeeded, because it proved that queer love could be ordinary, visible,…
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Breadlines With Ballistics: On Aid, Optics, and the Math of Looking Away
There’s a certain kind of silence that only exists in a crowd waiting for food. It’s not quiet—nothing about hunger is quiet—but it has an agreed-upon hush, a choreography of patience. Bodies stand still because moving burns calories you don’t have. Eyes scan for motion because motion means a truck, a crate, a whisper that
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The Resident Evil Reboot Nobody Asked For (But Will Watch Anyway)
Sony Pictures has officially announced that Zach Cregger — yes, that Zach Cregger, the man who made you question your basement’s square footage in Barbarian — will be directing a reboot of Resident Evil. And before you ask: no, they’re not adapting any of the actual video game plots. You know, the ones people actually
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Kelly Clarkson’s Pause Button: When Life, Love, and Vegas Neon All Go Dim
Las Vegas is built on the illusion that nothing ever stops. The lights don’t dim, the wheels don’t stop spinning, and the only real clock in the room is the one on your phone reminding you that you can’t afford another round. It’s the city of constant motion—until Kelly Clarkson presses pause.