This year was awful. Here are just a few of the things that made it more bearable.

A modest proposal for the 'year-after' list.

What Discourse Blog did in 2020, what we're hoping to do in 2021, and why we would love your support.

The days have been getting shorter and shorter for months. This is where it ends.

A question for the ages.

The people who made our lives slightly better (or worse) in 2020.

Dave is addicted to the Golden State, and I'm addicted to Dave.

Being apolitical is not working for an organization I've cherished for much of my life.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of deep anxiety over politics must be in want of a tiny creature to obsess over.

Because so much of what we're exposed to is Bad, we're highlighting some of the things we've read each week that were Good.

The internet works in mysterious ways.

Cancel it. Incinerate it. Trap it in a box lined with knives and wrap it up in chains and padlocks and throw it in the bottom of the lake.

In 2020, nothing feels truer than a massive, expensive, decorative representation of our own mortality.

Civil war has broken out because some people like oatmeal and some other people are wrong.

Ring's new flying spycam is horrifying but consider this: you can probably smash it.

Or, how some people tried to un-fuck my fairly fucked-up organ.

How an accidental hobby became my obsession.

How the Trump presidency radicalized me.

Another deeply weird night at the Big Dance.