Shittiness is a big tent — and the tent is falling apart.
Your Body, My Choice
The movement to criminalize abortion
Those who wish to ban legal abortion are not “pro-life”; they are pro-criminalization. Those who wish to protect the right to abortion are not “pro-choice”; they are anti-criminalization. Reframing the conflict in these terms clarifies the stakes. At issue here is not a principled attachment to “life” or to “choice” but the practical question of whether terminating a pregnancy should be considered a crime.
Walk Away Like a Boss
Postcard from the cryptosphere
How tragic, I thought, to reduce life to a procession of microtransactions or contracts. How naive to believe that some agreed-upon set of values could be formalized into code, or that the problems of politics could be made irrelevant by computation.
What will the long-term political consequences of the vaccine mandates be?
Vax 2 the Max
Bezos as space conqueror, Gates as global vaccinator
As weirdos who have been appointed to positions of great social power and influence by nothing more than the accident of their wealth, billionaires cannot be trusted to fix the world’s problems. No matter how much of their money they want to give away, things won’t begin to improve until we take it from them. Not because we need it, but because they can’t be trusted to handle it without destroying the collective preconditions of common existence.
Why not write, in other words, for Twitter?
Without a dramatic transformation of this industry, what will old age look like for the rest of us? Indigence for all.
Who Cares for the Caregivers?
The arc of time bends toward vindictive amnesia.
Consequences of Deferred Maintenance
The pandemic had lifted up the rotting log of philosophy, and the philosophers were wriggling about in the sunlight.
From Now On, I Vow to Read Only Fiction
DON’T TAKE ADVIL!!
The virus tours my organ systems, wreaking havoc at each checkpoint. My girlfriend likewise personifies it, thinking of the virus as a sci-fi invader. She tells me she imagines it taking up temporary residence in her brain, the command center, maneuvering a joystick across her sensory receptors.
Bloomberg, after this debate, was neither loved nor feared. That left the third thing.
Send in the Clowns
A family member’s loved one inside has written, My greatest fear is that I will die in prison.