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“We feel obliged to speak up about the injustice and violation of our rights by not being allowed to promote a feminist… Tune in & read →
“We feel obliged to speak up about the injustice and violation of our rights by not being allowed to promote a feminist work, specifically a work by Virginia Woolf who was born in 1882.
What can we do? As a theatre we have to publicise our activities … and we have to make use of social media so that people are aware of cultural activities.”
Source: Meta bans ads for Virginia Woolf play in Spain because they relate to feminism.
Bungie leadership committed to restoring specific content to Destiny 2 that had previously been removed, though they did not provide a definitive… Tune in & read →
Bungie leadership committed to restoring specific content to Destiny 2 that had previously been removed, though they did not provide a definitive list of names or a specific release timeline.
The Bitch Is Back. You Oughta Know. apparently i inherited a very specific approach to emotional regulation. Tune in & read →
i started making a playlist of songs my mom used to listen to when she got pissed off, and so far it has two entries: “The Bitch Is Back” and “You Oughta Know.”
a short playlist. a clear position.
somebody replied that “You Oughta Know” had been their big breakup song and that i was making them feel old. my mom was born in 1961. she was simply a big fan of angry power walking to Jagged Little Pill. the album had applications beyond its original target demographic.
i love that this is a detail i get to keep about her. not a grand statement about what she taught me, or a polished anecdote with a meaningful ending. just my mom being pissed off and putting on Alanis. extremely recognizable. no additional explanation necessary.
“You Oughta Know” does not arrive with a calming suggestion. it gets directly into being furious and stays there long enough to make a point. i can understand why someone would want that in her ears while walking with purpose.
there’s a kind of relief in a song that doesn’t ask you to be the reasonable person yet. maybe you will be reasonable later. perhaps there is a perfectly good explanation. for the next few minutes, however, Alanis is available to argue.
and then there’s Elton.
“The Bitch Is Back” has a different kind of swagger. even the title announces that we have moved past the discussion portion of the afternoon. i appreciate the confidence of a song that introduces itself like somebody has been waiting nervously for its return.
those two songs together tell me more about the playlist i want than padding it out to a respectable length would. i’m remembering what she actually listened to. i don’t need to manufacture a definitive thirty-track portrait of her because an app has space for more tracks.
i’ve written about using playlists to say things. this one is a little different. i’m not trying to send a carefully coded message. i’m trying to hang on to a detail that makes me hear her as a person.
when you miss someone, there’s a temptation to make every memory gentle enough to put on a sympathy card. but i don’t only miss an abstract, saintly version of my mother. i miss a specific woman who could be annoyed, funny, and ready to put on a song about it.
the angry power walking belongs in the record. so does the fact that remembering it makes me laugh.
i might remember another song later. for now, two is enough. you could put this playlist on repeat and have a very efficient disagreement with the entire neighborhood.
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a man in a green suit begins with one little noise, two pink creatures answer him, and television becomes briefly perfect. Source:… Tune in & read →
a man in a green suit begins with one little noise, two pink creatures answer him, and television becomes briefly perfect.
Source: YouTube
the driver is “nearby” in the same way a distant thunderstorm is technically in the area. Tune in & read →
delivery tracking is one of the few consumer technologies designed to make a perfectly manageable wait feel like a military operation. the driver has accepted the order. the driver is waiting. the driver is apparently moving in a direction that suggests an entirely different meal.
the map is always serene about this. a little icon glides around with the confidence of a person who has never had to find an apartment complex after dark. meanwhile, the food is becoming a philosophical concept.
i do not need a detailed route. i need one honest sentence: ‘there has been a development.’ maybe the driver is on a bike. maybe the restaurant has entered a fugue state. maybe the app has decided miles are a kind of vibe.
i will still order again, obviously. there are some systems we criticize because we believe they can be better, and some we criticize while opening them for the fourth time.
the power of a playlist is that it can say too much, and nobody has to type back “thank you, that is… Tune in & read →
a playlist is a deeply efficient way to make your feelings somebody else’s administrative burden. you can sequence three songs perfectly, give it a title that is normal enough to deny in court, and then hand it over like you are not trying to communicate anything at all.
the best playlists are not encyclopedic. they are specific enough to make a case. this is the walk home in bad weather. this is the drive when you need to become somebody with better posture. this is the song you played seventeen times because apparently the day needed a witness.
there is mercy in the format, too. a playlist does not demand an immediate response. it can sit there, quietly insisting that the third track matters. perhaps they listen. perhaps it becomes part of their own weird little afternoon. both outcomes are survivable.
anyway, if i have ever sent you a playlist, please understand that i was behaving with extraordinary restraint.
seven veteran Housewives, five cities, one traveling jurisdictional dispute, and Teresa waiting patiently for the next euphemism to receive technical support. Tune in & read →
there are television shows with plots, and then there are television shows where seven women who have each spent years learning how to seize a scene are placed on a bus and asked to celebrate institutional history.
ultimate girls trip roaring 20th might be the best tv show I’ve ever seen? just everyone hating everyone and about every 16 minutes they have to explain a sex euphemism to teressa
The Real Housewives Ultimate Girls Trip: Roaring 20th may be the best version of the second thing Bravo has ever made. everyone hates everyone, every city supplies a new ceremonial reason to reopen an old wound, and approximately every sixteen minutes somebody has to explain a sex euphemism to Teresa Giudice.
this is not a criticism. this is the format achieving consciousness.
The season’s official structure is a tour through the franchise’s history: Orange County, Beverly Hills, Atlanta, Miami, and New York. Bravo describes the core cast as seven “franchise-defining” Housewives—Lisa Barlow, Porsha Williams, Kyle Richards, Luann de Lesseps, Vicki Gunvalson, Teresa Giudice, and Gizelle Bryant—with other familiar faces appearing along the route.
on paper, this is an anniversary celebration. onscreen, it is a traveling jurisdictional dispute. every stop gives somebody home-field advantage and everybody else a fresh opportunity to resent it. nostalgia arrives carrying a seating chart.
the casting is almost mathematically hostile. these are not seven people selected because they will naturally bond. they are seven people selected because each believes, with years of supporting footage, that she understands how a Housewives scene is supposed to work. put them together and every lunch becomes a writers’ room where nobody has agreed who is showrunner.
episode six, “Cockies and Conversation,” is where the machinery becomes especially visible. the Miami stop includes an argument about Lisa being late, another argument about whether Lisa talks to bloggers, Vicki’s gastrointestinal situation, Luann interrupting a toast about sisterhood, and Porsha repeatedly trying to redirect traffic like the only crossing guard assigned to an eight-lane intersection.
Vulture’s recap describes the cast as reaching the point in a vacation where everyone is exhausted and patience has become a limited natural resource. that exhaustion is exactly why the episode works for me. nobody has enough energy left to pretend these conversations are spontaneous, but everybody still has enough professional instinct to keep the scene alive.
Gizelle introduces an accusation. Lisa rejects the premise. Teresa locates Lisa almost immediately when she leaves to cry. Luann enters each silence like she has been summoned by a small bell only she can hear. Vicki tries to deliver a toast while the room behaves as though the toast is a public comment period.
the show is not hiding the labor of reality television anymore. it is letting us watch seven veteran employees conduct an increasingly hostile peer review.
Teresa’s role in all of this is essential because she keeps reacting to language like it has arrived without documentation. somebody says something filthy. the group pauses. Teresa processes the phrase. a colleague provides technical support. television resumes.
after twenty years of Housewives, this is the kind of ritual the franchise can now build around itself. the joke is not simply that Teresa does not know a euphemism. the joke is that everyone else knows she will not know it, the editors know we know, and the explanation becomes a tiny recurring ceremony. oral history, but make it deeply unhelpful.
Bravo’s official language promises nostalgia, heartfelt revelations, effortless humor, and “larger-than-life dynamics.” that is accurate in the same way “weather event” is accurate. the appeal is not that the women gather to honor twenty years of television with dignity. the appeal is that dignity keeps booking a later flight.
Roaring 20th understands that the Housewives legacy is not a collection of isolated iconic moments. it is a workplace culture. alliances, grudges, catchphrases, self-production, selective memory, and the unshakable belief that the other person should apologize first have all been standardized across franchises.
so yes, everyone is hating everyone. the trip keeps moving. Teresa will require another definition shortly. this may be the finest commemorative programming the institution could have produced.
Sources and image attribution: Bravo’s official Roaring 20th first look; Vulture’s episode-six recap. Promotional and episode imagery from Bravo, used editorially for commentary.
streaming has trained viewers to treat every premiere like a performance review—and every show they love like an unpaid internship. Tune in & read →
last night, four days after The Paper dropped its entire second season, I started watching because I wanted to. I also started watching because some small, unpaid Peacock employee living inside my brain had begun shouting that the show needed my numbers immediately.
this is a strange new relationship with television. I am no longer simply deciding whether I feel like watching a show. I am being asked, or at least gently haunted, to demonstrate that the show deserves to continue existing.
The Paper released all ten season-two episodes on Peacock on September 9. That is convenient if you want to spend a weekend at the Toledo Truth Teller. It is less convenient if your preferred television schedule is “eventually, after I finish the other eleven things everyone released on Thursday.”
A weekly show can slowly become part of your life. A binge release arrives like a pallet on the loading dock. Please process the complete shipment while it is still considered culturally fresh.
Streamers do not all disclose the same decision-making formula, and one household pressing play four days late is not a tiny executioner standing beside a cancellation button. Still, the industry has trained us to understand viewing as a vote. In its July 2026 engagement report, Netflix described engagement around the moment someone chooses a title and stays to watch; it reported more than 97 billion hours watched in the first half of the year.
The numbers get enormous very quickly. Nielsen’s 2026 midyear streaming report ranks successful shows in billions of minutes and describes a new class of originals through their measured viewing. That is useful industry data. It also means viewers now encounter television surrounded by the language of quarterly results.
If you like a small comedy, a queer show, a weird genre series, or anything else that does not arrive pre-certified as a global event, watching can feel less like leisure and more like constituent services. You watch early. You let the credits run. You tell friends. You make a post. You consider putting “stakeholder engagement” on LinkedIn.
The platform does not need to send a push notification saying this program’s continued employment depends on you. We have seen enough beloved shows vanish after one or two seasons to write the notification ourselves.
And because the actual renewal calculus is private, there is no moment when the assignment is complete. Was starting within four days fast enough? Do I need to finish this weekend? Does rewatching help? Was pausing to make dinner an act of industrial sabotage?
I do not want every show I like to become a civic obligation. I want to watch The Paper because Sabrina Impacciatore is doing something ungovernable on my television, not because I have appointed myself to Peacock’s programming committee.
But I did start season two. four days after release. while publicly complaining about feeling forced to start season two.
the algorithm will be pleased to note that its employee remains highly engaged.
Images from Peacock/NBCUniversal, Netflix, and Nielsen, used editorially.
somebody has to announce they have arrived, somebody has to react with a heart, and somebody has to send the screenshot. Tune in & read →
the group chat is where adulthood quietly moved its public square. not the glamorous parts, obviously. the group chat is largely weather complaints, grocery photos, and the collective management of a restaurant reservation nobody wanted to make.
it still performs essential services. it witnesses a bad day. it confirms that a suspicious text is suspicious. it keeps a small but functional archive of jokes that would otherwise have evaporated the moment they were said.
there is always a person who posts the news, a person who posts the meme about the news, and a person who arrives six hours later with a very sincere question that was answered directly above them. democracy survives anyway.
maybe that is why i am protective of it. the group chat asks very little: show up when you can, say something strange, and do not make the shared calendar a hostage situation.
