Our History Will Be Written By Super Clever Literary Websites, And Other 2018 Realities

Poppets! If your podcast queue is empty, Behind the Bastards just released the first of a three part series on L. Ron Hubbard. Since my Mum alerted it to me yesterday before the episode was even released—because she is awesome and knows my propensity to enjoy charming takes on the absurdity of human depravity—I encourage you all to listen as well. And send me #hottakes!

So what does the internet have in store for us today?

Facebook hired Nick Clegg, the former deputy prime minister of the United Kingdom, to run communications and public policy for the web giant. And let me tell you, some Brits are NOT happy, dubbing him “Silicon Nick… less a politician and more of a living Faustian tragedy,” and accusing him of “fleeing the scene.”

You know shit is dark when even a satirical web magazine is chronicling the worst of Trump’s offenses: Lest We Forget The Horrors: A Catalog Of Trump’s Worst Cruelties, Collusions, Corruptions, And Crimes from McSweeney’s.

Paul Krugman straight up asked something that's been tickling the back of my brain since the 2016 election: what if Trump just disregards a Dem victory in the house? After all, the orange POTUS has ignored nearly every other political norm and most of our laws, so why not use supposed “voter fraud” to deny any check on his power? And if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be furiously writing my great dystopic novel while I still have electricity with which to type.

And finally, psychologists have examined why it feels so damned good to bake for other people. TL;DR: it’s a “a productive form of self-expression and communication” and a form of mindfulness due to the importance of measurement, “thinking step-by-step,” and focusing the brain away from damaging thoughts. So if any of you want to express your love for me in baked good form, I’ll never turn away cookies or cupcakes or pies etc. And don’t you worry, my baking-averse friends: cooking has a similar impact.

Darlings, be kind to each other, won’t you?

Xoxo Amy