Where Did All the Pussy Hats Go?
The madness is quickening, the resolutions are breaking, only one accessory can save us.
Hi friends!
How did so much happen since I last sat my ass down to write this newsletter? The year is young, but the news cycle and the consortium of our algorithm-addled brain worms have already coalesced to create a fresh potpourri of insanity and, well, it’s not smelling good.
The past couple of weeks have given us: a water cup stampede, relentless water cup think pieces, the genocide trial and 100 day mark in the Israel-Hamas war, the hootenanny of political dysfunction that was the Iowa caucus, a Houthi pirate thirst trap, the demise of Che Diaz, and 47 new aesthetic trends that will be in a landfill come June.
That’s far from an exhaustive list, but how much can we take? At this point, the only Jew tunnel worth discussing is the one I’m digging so I have somewhere to go when I need a break from the internet.
I am proud to report that I made it a full 17 days into “dry January” before the Unhingement demanded I stop torturing myself with mental clarity and once again know peace. W…