Street psychiatry, the great and terrible
Link Day Wednesday: the year that was 2024...and 2004
New York magazine proclaimed 2024 the year of the bisexual. (And also the year of the knitfluencer, whatever the hell those are - a new type of martini?). Anyway, you mean I was on trend all year and didn't know it? What do I do now it's 2025 and I'm so last year? I wish I'd known it was my year before the year was over; when you're a middle aged schlub whose primary concerns in clothing choice are comfort and it covering my problem areas (which is all of my areas), opportunities to be part of the Zeitgeist are fleeting and must be seized.
Link day Wednesday: all the summer long reads you can handle, and a few you might not
Summer reading lists abound, but some of us are more into long form journalism that Colleen Hoover. There's nothing wrong with enjoying Ms Hoover's oeuvre - I hear her latest tome, a kaleidoscopic exploration of gender identity and shifting ethical boundaries between guards and detainees at CIA black sites, is really something.
But say you're a joyless dweeb with no imagination or capacity for love like me - I got you, with more quality long reads than you can shake a stick at, shaking a stick being an excellent way to ward off people disturbing you when you're trying to read.
Go on, spoil yourself this Christmas. You deserve it.
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With the end of year (Christmas/New Year/Summer/I know Aunt Bronwyn will start in again about my weight and childlessness and every year I tell myself I won't put up with her nonsense and every year I don a rictus smile, walk away and take a swig of Bundy) holidays upon us, the lucky of us are on holidays from work, which means a chance to catch up with relatives like Aunt Bronwyn; vow to fix that thing about the house and get as far as the Bunnings car park before seeing it's so crowded the laws of civilised parking have broken down and going home; or cursing that once again, you neglected to make plans to get out of the city.
Link Day Wednesday - Enshitiffication is conditioning us to expect everything will be terrible (but Babe Paley was lovely)
This terrible long read by Ed Zitron on the enshittification of the internet, apps, and everything we deal with all day, got my day off to a depressing start.
Boyd Kramer is a convicted rapist. He doesn't want you to know.
This is Sydney man Boyd Kramer. He's from a wealthy family, a former national water polo player, and a convicted rapist. On 14 February 2022, he was found guilty by a jury of one count of sexual intercourse without consent. He really doesn't want you to find out about that. Heck, you should probably stop reading this now.
Increased Trump support from Latino voters not suprising - or as hopeless as it seems
On the face of it, the increase in the number of Latino Trump voters seems bewildering - how could people vote against their own interests like that? Taking a closer look, it's both more and less depressing than you might think.
