Tomorrow is my 37th birthday, and oddly enough, it feels like both a decade and a week since my last birthday.
I spent my 36th birthday flying cross-country to a conference in San Francisco whilst simultaneously raising money for Running Start’s HBCU Summit, one of my favorite non-profits. Much to my astonishment, by the time I landed in the early evening, y’all had raised more than $20k for young women in politics. (Thank you!) I’ll be doing another fundraiser for them tomorrow.
Although I typically use this blog/newsletter to publish essays, I wanted to do something different today: I wanna offer y’all some opinions I’ve formed in the past year. These don’t necessarily represent growth. It’s not that serious. It’s more like a snapshot from my vantage point. Without further ado:
I truly have no desire to hear another thing about Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith's relationship, and I'm not sure why anyone does. It’s become tedious. I think they’re both good folks, and I hope they find peace through means that don’t involve mass media.
Aaron Rodgers should retire, not just from the NFL but from public life generally. He had a good run once upon a time. That run is over. May he embrace a peaceful retirement far away from any cameras or microphones.
I think Martin Scorsese is probably right about the effect of Marvel movies on the state of cinema, but I just don’t have the energy to care about it.
We must do all in our collective power to prevent the comeback of low-rise jeans.
It’s 2023, and some of you fools are still surprised to find out that Mariah Carey writes her own songs and it’s very weird and you should feel foolish for being surprised.
There are few things funnier than tennis players losing their shit over pickleball enthusiasts.
When the transphobes started going after trans women in competitive chess, claiming we have an unfair advantage over cis women, that should have been the moment everyone went: “Oooooh, so, y’all are definitely dipshits, and this was never about fairness.”
If I never hear another thing about the alleged use of vibrating anal beads in world class chess tournaments, it’ll still be too soon.
I used to believe that Flamin’ Hot Cheetos are the best chips. I was wrong. It’s actually Lays’ Salt & Vinegar. Check in with me next year to see if this changes.
I hope y’all enjoyed this lighthearted post in the midst of many serious pieces I’ve written lately about the world.
If you’d like to wish me a happy birthday, please consider a paid subscription and/or just buy me a birthday drink, which I will gratefully accept.
Love y’all. Here’s to another year around the Sun.
Opinions I've Formed This Year