We’ll Get Through This
Trump’s detractors should take refuge from their panic because in America, just like in real life, all things pass. We get through things, past things, over things. And that’s a good thing. Case in point: 2011.
Fourteen years ago, when Barack Obama was still in his first term and the American Left was convinced racism was over and the stench of their farts could cure cancer, sexism, and break horses, our culture was saddled with some horrible maladies.
I Believe… [Acknowledge This]
...that land acknowledgments are a collective pat on the back for people who want to seem aware without breaking a sweat. Trust me—money or land would mean more.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 12, 2025
Some of the best literature available today can be found in the Young Readers section of your favorite bookstore. (And it’s okay if your favorite bookstore is Barnes & Noble. I mean, they sell toys there, too. And the employees aren’t preachy snobs.)
Oh My God! Jimmy Carter is Jesus Christ!
Jimmy Carter was kind, soft spoken, came from humble beginnings. He was religious and considerate of those who were in need—the American people. Carter won the presidency over Ford because we wanted an outsider. We wanted someone who was good. And so we elected a peanut farmer to be our leader. And his presidency was the second coming.
I Believe… [Heroin Chic]
...that, with Ozempic making the stars of Wicked look like they are on heroin, it’s safe to say that body positivity is as over as DEI.
The Death of the Middle Class: A Tragedy in Three Acts
Once upon a time, the middle class was the American Dream incarnate.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 5, 2025
Solitude is a sure way to avoid pain. I’ve waded in those waters before. Specifically with romance. But life is and must be a balance. Be flexible. Go with resistance. Be satisfied with life even it has you feeling the way you don’t want to feel. Protect yourself, push yourself. Balance. Survive. Find little ways to thrive in big ways.
Self-Care: A Misunderstood Act of War
You can’t pour from an empty cup, right? Well, you also can’t create, connect, or inspire when you’re running on fumes.
I Believe… [AI Roast]
...that having ChatGpt roast you is a wonderful window into how potentially full of shit you are. It is a dispassionate revealer of how you appear to the online world and stings while pulling the veil aside.
Notes From the Post-it Wall | Week of December 29, 2024
Jimmy Carter’s greatest failing is that he was too good a man to be President of the United States.
The Perils of Excess: When Liberal Progress Overreaches
“It isn’t that people don’t want progress. They just don’t want so much of it all at once.”
New Year’s Resolutions: A Savage Journey to the Heart of Self-Delusion
The concept of the New Year’s resolution is as American as apple pie and arterial blockages—a ritualistic spectacle of good intentions dressed up in cheap tinsel and wishful thinking.
I Believe… [Googly Eyes]
...that ownership and use of Googly Eyes as a man approaching 60 is a sign of an absolute refusal to grow old. Older, sure. Not old.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 22, 2024
Having a good set of lips to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve won’t ensure you a great year, but it’s a helluva good start.
I Believe… [The Reese’s Takeover]
...that, if taken through the lens of truck stops and gas stations throughout the Midwest, Reese’s has taken over the world.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 15, 2024
Christmas is a time for giving, being with family and friends, and hating every other asshole out there in the shops and on the roads also trying to spread joy and share in the Christmas spirit. Similarly, Hanukkah is a time for Jewish people to desperately try to feel relevant during Christmastime.
ON SOLO TIME
There’s a weird and persistent cultural myth that being alone is inherently bad—like solitude is something that happens to you, not something you choose.
I Believe… [Follow the Money]
...that the most body positive corporations on the planet are McDonald’s, Frito-Lay, and Kraft.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 8, 2024
The world is my oyster. But I’m allergic to shellfish.
New Life Order
The wire is tight and high.
The risk is apparent.
The reward is not.
There’s a darkness that makes the bright days sulk.
There’s a gripping fear of vast opportunity choked by diminutive time.
There’s a restlessness that exhausts all inspiration.
...that ‘grace under pressure’ isn’t the same thing as ‘competence in a crisis.’