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Not Perfect, Just Us: A 10-Month Love Story
Dear Matthew, On the eve of ten months, I’m putting it all in writing, because love deserves a record—even the messy parts, even the parts where I am not the hero of the scene. I know it’s “just” a month-iversary. I know it’s supposed to be silly. But if I’m honest, I’d celebrate every Tuesday
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Sleeping Fairy: A Queer, Early-2000s Retelling Where a MySpace Post Becomes the Spinning Wheel
Sleeping Fairy is a queer, early-2000s retelling where a MySpace outing replaces the spindle and community—not a prince—does the saving. The post explains why The Faeries Tell rewrites classics without harmful tropes, centering consent, agency, disability-honest recovery, and everyday care. It follows Rory, Philip, Leah, and “fairy godmothers” Florence, Fawn, and Mary, critiquing the original’s…
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Silicon Nationalism: Trump Buys a Piece of Intel
On August 22, 2025, President Donald Trump announced that the U.S. government is now the proud owner of 10% of Intel. That’s right—your tax dollars have been converted into ~433.3 million non-voting shares priced at $20.47 each. Wall Street analysts say the investment is worth between $8.9 billion and $11.1 billion, depending on whether you
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Whitewashing the Gallery: Trump’s Smithsonian Revisionism
On August 22, 2025, The Guardian ran Francine Prose’s surgical essay on President Trump’s newest culture-war bonfire: Smithsonian museums, and specifically his complaint that they focus “too much on how bad slavery was.” Imagine saying that in 2025, after four centuries of systemic exploitation, while standing on a marble floor your ancestors never had to
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The Hunger Games of Gaza: When Bureaucracy Outpaces Bread
On August 22, 2025, the United Nations confirmed what the world has been watching for months but refusing to name out loud: famine in Gaza City. Not “food insecurity.” Not “malnutrition.” Not “grave concern.” Famine. IPC Phase 5—the technical apocalypse of humanitarian metrics. The Famine Review Committee ticked the boxes: The tally: over 514,000 people
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Alligator Alcatraz: How to Build a Jail, Destroy an Ecosystem, and Lose in Court in Under Sixty Days
America has a long history of building things fast and regretting them faster. The Hindenburg. The Edsel. Every single Trump casino. Add to that ignominious list “Alligator Alcatraz,” the Everglades detention camp that sprouted this summer like a fungal growth on the swamp’s edge—hastily erected in eight days and now ordered dismantled in sixty. On
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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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The Disappearing Act of Green Arrow: James Gunn’s DCU and the Case of the Missing Archer
If you squint hard enough, you can almost see him: the man in green tights, a quiver full of metaphorical arrows, lurking somewhere in the dusty backlog of Warner Bros. IP rights. But according to James Gunn—the self-appointed town crier of the DC Universe—Green Arrow isn’t so much missing in action as he is missing
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The Diplomatic Ghosting Olympics: Putin, Zelenskyy, and Trump’s Imaginary Seating Chart
Ah, yes. Another day in the ever-expanding telenovela that is Trump-era diplomacy—though “diplomacy” is generous, given that what we’re watching looks more like a middle school cafeteria where the kid with a lunchable (Putin) refuses to sit with the kid holding an expired free milk ticket (Zelenskyy), and the loud orange hall monitor (Trump) insists
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The Meta Wristband: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Looking Like a Cyborg Mall Cop
Somewhere in Menlo Park, a Meta engineer is staring lovingly at a pair of plastic frames that cost $800, muttering: “This time, it’s different.” The glasses? Sure, they’re fine. Sleek even. Oakley-branded, Ray-Ban styled, whispering normalcy in a way that Google Glass never managed. But then—like a bad sequel nobody asked for—the neural wristband enters