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Emily FlakeThe New Yorker |
“Apparently, my mother’s upgrading the holiday newsletter to a paid Substack.”
“You’re just mad ’cause now you’ll never get to see how hot Hunter would’ve looked in an orange jumpsuit.”
Hey, it’s Kamala. Should we do a tiny insurrection? Quick poll: Y/N? No worries if not!
“This dissociative state is self-care.”
“Sure, but you might want to wait a few months.”
“A high of ninety-five, but with the panic index we’re looking at a RealFeel of eleventy squillion.”
We all have a beast inside us, right? Well, middle age takes that beast and makes it wear a clown suit. Everything in you that was fun is now foolish...