May We All Embody And Embrace The Manic Energy Of My Puppy's 5 A.M. Zoomies.
Gorgeous ones, ’tis Thursday - I want to get dangerously caffeinated and power through to the weekend. LET’S DO THIS.
But first, Friend of the Missive Colin sent over this tweet, the perfect way to start your morning with a delicious combination of nihilism AND fandom!
TO THE INTERNET!
Aunt of the Missive Louise shared “Will Omicron finally spur wealthy nations to back vaccine equity?” (CBC Radio) to the family chat, and, in a sad but unsurprising side effect of nearly two years of pandemic, I instantly thought “hahahahahahaha no, sigh, late stage capitalism has no room for empathy”. But let’s hope?
Meanwhile, also in Canada, a province has come up with quite possibly the most ingenious incentive to get its residents to jab on up: Quebec to require vaccine proof for cannabis and liquor shoppers (BBC)
Hey, that mustachioed bed linen fascist thinks he can put us in jail (I’m joking, but this will be the Missive that gets me thrown in the gulag after the 2024 election.) Mike Lindell says he has 'enough evidence' to put '300 million' Americans in jail for election fraud (Raw Story)
Everyone’s talking about Wordle, but I only want to read this philosopher’s take on why:
And finally, “As it turns out, hipster style was not dead—it was merely dormant. The hipster aesthetic, now dubbed “indie sleaze,” has been tapped for a comeback.” Look at that, even more fashion from my youth returns! Though alas, I never owned gold leggings… The Return of Indie Sleaze (Harpers Bazaar)
Drink water, lovelies, and be kind to yourself.