My coping mechanism has been the same for decades: laughter, cynicism and mocking irreverence
By Bridget Phetasy
It’s possible I underestimated the national tolerance for dysfunction and overestimated our addiction to entertainment
By Bridget Phetasy
‘For four years I’ve woken up in my Brooklyn apartment, heart heavy with the knowledge that I am living under the tyrannical rule of a madman’
By Bridget Phetasy
If there’s any lesson we should take from 2020 it is that it can get worse and often does
By Bridget Phetasy
Almost every Democrat voting for Trump has a story about being ostracized, shamed or losing a friend
By Bridget Phetasy
If Trump wins, I reckon America will burn. If Trump loses, America will burn
By Bridget Phetasy
I’m a slave to my online persona. And she’s a slave to the algorithm, and we must feed the algorithm
By Bridget Phetasy
Social media brings out the worst in us because the algorithm rewards us for being tribal, divisive and emotional
By Bridget Phetasy
Just because politics took the movement and made it toxic, doesn’t mean we can’t take it back
By Bridget Phetasy
What if it never works again? What if our infrastructure is finally collapsing? What if this is it?
By Bridget Phetasy
Why am I so hungry? Oh because it’s noon and I’ve been on Twitter for four hours
By Bridget Phetasy
If I’m honest with myself, Twitter is the most hardcore addiction I have and it’s also the one that robs me of the most productivity
By Bridget Phetasy
How stubbornness became the coronavirus’s biggest ally
By Bridget Phetasy
A part of my brain is perpetually searching for an excuse to drink — and what better excuse than half the country descending into a collective existential crisis?
By Bridget Phetasy
