It is my sincere hope that, someday not too long from now, 1) someone will ask me why I wrote a bulletpointed blog post about how Meghan McCain is not Jewish and 2) I won’t remember the answer. Read more

Getting into cooking is the most practical and enjoyable hobby decision I’ve made in my life. I would also love to garden, but I live in an apartment surrounded by concrete so that’s unlikely to happen. Read more

I have messed around in like Desperate Lake Cabin Situations but never to any positive effect. In college, before I was able to buy, a friend and I came up with some drinks combining what we had at hand—VeryFine juices from the soda machine in the dorm, and two different kinds of Hiram Walker schnapps. They were named… Read more

Sure, why not. I think big yachts always look stupid, though. Like Oakleys that float and have bathrooms in them. Tacky. Read more

Let me check Read more

Dude what’d I just say about not asking him about it Read more

I think there’s a reasonable if necessarily exhausting/shitty conversation to be had about the gesture itself, for sure. I just think in this case it’s definitely a drawing of a guy daintily picking up a piece of sashimi, and so the possibility of this reading honestly hadn’t even occurred to me. Read more

I don’t know that there’s any sort of formal process to it, but the few times I’ve seen large bits of it—this week in the math question post, or in Dennis Cook’s classic about ordering two beers at the same time in a bar—it has clearly been the right choice for... I want to say “storytelling purposes” here but I think… Read more

Barry likes heavy music, which I think kind of scandalizes the King Princess contingent but which mostly everyone just doesn’t ask him about. Read more

Unacceptable. Read more

This is a fair question. There were some technical issues getting him patched in with Drew and me, who are already in different places. That said I really was glad that he wasn’t there to hear me think my way through the What If Your Farts Didn’t Smell dilemma. Read more

Not only do I remember Tike Redman, I remember his brother Prentice, who was very briefly a Met and whom I even more briefly envisioned as “a Preston Wilson type.” Read more

The Rockets Memo shit definitely had that weird 2012-ish Bravo Real Housewives vibe. There’d have been some botoxed lawyer with tiny round glasses involved, there, and an arbitrator, and two drunk ladies glowering at each other in a conference room. Read more

Ideally I’d have a fulfilling sexual relationship AND a polyamorous marriage with all three of these damp kings. Read more

I don’t know that I can actively call myself a collector of old sports replica jerseys at this point, but there was definitely a time during my freelance days where I’d like drunkenly order a Tyler Thigpen Chiefs jersey at 1:17am and not feel remotely remorseful about it. Read more

This is the correct answer. Every week or two we discover some new horrible opinion. Read more

Go off king Read more

I can’t speak for everyone else but I think there needs to be a certain extra thing—either unique artlessness or accidental artfulness—to a Dead Letter email. I don’t think it’d be fun for anyone if we just put in emails from every dumbass who calls us names. I’ve never curated one myself, though, so I’ll defer to… Read more

I’ve been here for like 18 months and as far as I can tell the only rationale for doing this is that someone decides they want to do it for some reason. That said, doing it this early in the afternoon... Read more

I want to co-sign Albert on this. I’d love to live in a world where the exhausting and unfunny folkways of reactionary shut-ins weren’t a part of the decision matrix at all, although I know that’s not the world we live in. But I think we should all at the very least refuse to default to the stupid contextual space… Read more