As much as I’d love to pretend my decision to join Substack yesterday came as the culmination of a well-thought out plan I’ve kept close to my chest for months, why lie? Chances are, if you’re reading this, you’re well aware that I’m entirely too lazy and lacking in shame to waste my time.
To make a short story even shorter, Jesse Singal irritated me by publishing an article that — somehow — dared to find its poorly worded way into my Twitter feed, unsurprisingly provoking a ranting thread, but also the realization: if he can do it, why not me?
And now, here we are.
I’ve already started drafting my first post (spoiler: no, not this one - so I guess I’m off to a very good start of finding yet another public forum on which to embarrass myself), because surprise, surprise, Twitter decided to test my patience again today.
What about, you didn’t ask, but I’m definitely going to tell you? Well, here’s a sneak preview:
Unfortunately, I likely won’t get the chance to finish writing the article until after Wednesday. I’m currently on a tight deadline and struggling to finish rereading Elliot Rodger’s unbearably self-indulgent, whiny “manifesto” so I can complete my case study on the Isla Vista attacks and incel ideology. After that, I only need to deal with Dylann Roof’s massacre of Black worshippers in Charleston, South Carolina, and then I can allow myself to fit “fun writing” (if you will) into the schedule.
Stay Tuned
Or — barring that — remind me if you don’t see another post by Thursday.
Otherwise, I might see something shiny and forget.
“I’m currently on a tight deadline and struggling to finish rereading Elliot Rodger’s unbearably self-indulgent, whiny “manifesto” so I can complete my case study on the Isla Vista attacks and incel ideology. After that, I only need to deal with Dylann Roof’s massacre of Black worshippers in Charleston, South Carolina,”
I genuinely don’t know how you do it. My God.
Anyway, I’ve long appreciated your work, so I’m looking forward to your first “official” Substack post.