Greetings from soggy London, my doves. Storm Dennis is swirling overhead and dumping all over the country, and we are hunkered down at home refusing to leave the apartment. Jeff is recovering from the first major project of accountancy “busy season” and I’m just being lazy after an unexpectedly hectic work week. Books and tea for me, NBA for him, planning an upcoming trip to Paris to meet up with X for both of us! 2020 is the year we finally get our holidays sorted.
Happy weekend, kittens. I hope my Brits are staying dry and safe.
Jordan Peterson is a deeply strange and problematic man, and has been for years, but I will no ill on him. That being said, every word of this story baffles me. I have a million follow up questions.
What a ridiculous story. All of it: the initial photo, the fact it was deleted, the black and white second attempt, and finally the post-truth silliness of the attempts to turn it into a scandal. All this could have been avoided if he learned to blend his products. I have a long list of beauty writers and vloggers I can recommend.
Be care not to conflate the fantasy with reality. Evergreen advice, really.
This is important political reporting, but three years in I think it should be obvious to most observers that his supporters don’t actually care about this issues – at least not as a macro collective. These topics have been ciphers for other priorities and concerns for years. Those who do want the traditional conservative talking point policies are not representative of the party they claim.
All I’m going to post about the shenanigans with the US Department of Justice.
He Did It, part 1,043 out of infinite.
Roxanne Gay’s piece on Kobe Bryant is really worth a read.
Lost history is always prime Small Dog Nation catnip!
Britain’s tabloid culture is killing women, or contributing to their misery, and has for years. Stop reading and buying the trash.