Just let me niche

because I'm going to regardless

As long as Hamas is not literally preventing me from doing so—and while there are plenty of annoying people in Toronto, Hamas does not govern this neck of the woods—I am going to continue, as the expression goes, on my bullshit. By “my bullshit” I mean the things I care about, find amusing, actually know about. I am not pivoting from the straight-women book to a Thomas Friedman-style tome, on the wild offchance anyone was concerned I would.

I am not sure what’s to come, in sweeping historical terms. Maybe everyone who’s all-in on things like hanging terror-parachute flyers around residential Toronto neighborhoods will lose interest and be onto the next thing next week. Maybe it’s actually going to be Holocaust 2.0 and I will be the idiot who didn’t see it coming and all the people who post with hashtags like StopJewHate will feel vindicated. How am I supposed to know? It’s not like all the well, you see-type wonk guys know, either.

What I do know is that I really enjoyed BDM’s post about balletcore:

balletcore is for the girls

There is apparently already a whole balletcore discourse to which BDM writes she is a late arrival. She also writes that she has “a basic aesthetic belief that some people can look ‘sleek’ and some people always look kind of unkempt and if you are in the latter category recognizing it is the path to happiness,” which feels 100% true and I’m now realizing may be, for me, a primal source of existential distress. I’m forever expecting to see Alexa Chung in the mirror, where she is not.