The Discourse

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.

The Kamala Harris conversation is exhausting and infuriating in every direction.

A nationwide quest to discover if literally anybody is 'ridin' with Biden.'

What have I been up to? Let my search history lead the way!

One microscopic speck of a virus, and here we are. Think about that!

My world has vanished. Only the commercial remains.

Can you believe we ever thought we’d be even partially out of this thing by now?

What the pandemic did to my father.

I'm still haunted by the mystery of my hometown's banana peel pile. What strange things can you just not shake?

When the world started to fall apart, Tony decided to make his own.

The brightest minds in cutting-edge business are some of the dumbest motherfuckers out there.