Bridget Phetasy

Bridget is a contributing editor to The Spectator.

What I got wrong in 2020

It’s possible I underestimated the national tolerance for dysfunction and overestimated our addiction to entertainment

By Bridget Phetasy

Humor

Letter from the online trenches

‘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

How to confront uncertainty

If there’s any lesson we should take from 2020 it is that it can get worse and often does

By Bridget Phetasy

Internet

Letters from the politically homeless

Almost every Democrat voting for Trump has a story about being ostracized, shamed or losing a friend

By Bridget Phetasy

Politics

Why I won’t vote

If Trump wins, I reckon America will burn. If Trump loses, America will burn

By Bridget Phetasy

Internet

Twitter has stolen my life

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

Internet

What we need is social media distancing

Social media brings out the worst in us because the algorithm rewards us for being tribal, divisive and emotional

By Bridget Phetasy

Internet

Rebuilding #MeToo

Just because politics took the movement and made it toxic, doesn’t mean we can’t take it back

By Bridget Phetasy

Internet

I survived a 20-minute internet outage during lockdown

What if it never works again? What if our infrastructure is finally collapsing? What if this is it?

By Bridget Phetasy

Home

It’s gonna be a long day with myself

Why am I so hungry? Oh because it’s noon and I’ve been on Twitter for four hours

By Bridget Phetasy

Internet

Giving up Twitter for Lent went well

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

Internet

OK boomer, but you’re in danger

How stubbornness became the coronavirus’s biggest ally

By Bridget Phetasy

Moderation, one day at a time

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

Education

We’re all high-schoolers now

In the age of social media, we have the largest mobs in the history of mankind

By Bridget Phetasy

Humor

The joy of spending Christmas alone

I learned it’s frowned upon to say things like Christmas carols make me want to blow my brains out

By Bridget Phetasy

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