My long-delayed return to this newsletter is exactly what it sounds like in the subject line, though we could substitute “liked” for “found illuminating or otherwise valuable.” That doesn’t really fit in the character count, however.
I also threw in a few good tweets, for good measure.
This discussion with Lyz Lenz and Talia Lavin about what it feels like when the online mob really comes for you is important and terrifying. (I have not yet read either of Lenz’s books, but Lavin’s is great and, once again, important and terrifying.)
Go from Chic to disco demolition to New Jack City to the cursed stage CPAC 2021 to find out how white people appropriated, then misunderstood, then ruined, cancellation.
It’s Satanic Panic time!
The Toronto of my youth continues to evaporate, with the record store Soundscapes being the latest touchstone to turn to vapour. I know this is the inevitable way that things go in cities and with age, but I do not like experiencing it in real time.
The discussion about remote work in the future needs to get more nuanced than “all remote forever!!!1!!” and “back to the cubicles, business as usual.” I do want to talk about keeping the sweatpants in play either way, however.
This visual feature from the New York Times is a fascinating look at a subject I know nothing about — religious influences on art in 17th-century India — and makes excellent use of the powers of online news reporting.
Matt Gaetz deserves every bit of misfortune that came his way last week, and then some. Personally, I am enjoying each second of it.
Speaking of glitchy iterations of masculinity, last week I learned more than I ever knew I wanted to about codpieces.
And finally, I love this profile of Samantha Flores, an iconic and essential woman who runs a community centre for older queer people in Mexico City. What a joy of a human she is.