All of this Meta news is actually great for the Fediverse and, let’s all groan together, BlueSky. People already opted into TikTok because, as biased as it is, there is a palpable difference between being an extension of the GOP and being a lawless place for posting.
I’m not saying the shift happens overnight, but I am saying that it is now even more inevitable.
PS I know I say it all the time, but I’m not just courting likes when I often tell you how much I love all of you — and this platform — deep in my soul. This is my one real home on the Internet now.
2024 was the year I: Came out to my parents, named myself, went under the knife twice, divorced (and then separately got my heart smashed into bits), wrote a full length musical, moved into my Single Girl apartment, started talking to my mother again (twice, let’s hope it sticks), saw everything on Broadway, tried oysters on the advice of Susan Sarandon, got my bellybutton pierced, became (?) bisexual, and spent an hour caught in the rain with five strangers in the middle of the Brooklyn bridge.
For one month out of the year, Mariah Carey joins the likes of mythical creatures more than corporations or brands. One month out of the year she is granted the power of god
The New York Times hand wringing about autism like it’s a problem or we don’t have an explanation for the rise in “cases,” which is just literally awareness, is their transphobia all over again.
The hardest part of a bad breakup, especially with someone avoidant, is that the person he pretended to be would never have done these things. So I’m stuck mourning someone who never existed while some other person I now know walks around with his face. Buffy nailed it, unfortunately.
“I knew all along! You’re all so dumb for hoping!”
When I chose to believe she would win, I chose to live in a reality that would get me through the moment. I still did the work phonebanking and canvassing. But at the time my best option was to choose to believe it would be enough. It wasn’t. Some of our lives are ruined. Must we be smug for never having hope?