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". . . [T]hat truffle pasta. The strangest flavor I'd ever encountered. Terrible yet mouth-watering . . . I went online & learned about the pigs who were trained to seek those delicacies in the wild. The smell was so intoxicating to them, it nearly drove them mad.
People aren't so different from pigs . . . Once they learn a rotten thing can be eaten, they will eat it and then they will become addicted to it . . ."
— Sep 09, 2026 01:28PM
People aren't so different from pigs . . . Once they learn a rotten thing can be eaten, they will eat it and then they will become addicted to it . . ."
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"As soon as Caleb told me what was going on . . . he had effectively handed the problem over to me. That was, after all, how all good marriages worked. My husband moved instinctually through the world, he did the things he wanted to do & didn't do the things he didn't want to do, & I . . . trailed beatifically in front of & behind him, sweeping the ground clean . . . & then . . . sweeping away his messy footprints."
— Sep 10, 2026 06:56PM
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"She was right, of course. I'd known it all along, in the quietest part of me: we were failing at make believe . . . We could fool our loved ones from afar, but up close, you could smell it. Something rotten in the air."
— Sep 08, 2026 10:09PM
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"In fact it would be several years before I realized that the laws of social media were the same as the laws of physics, equal parts invisible and accumulative in their power. Like the scientists who first discovered the atom: how could they have possibly known that the identification of something so small, so elemental, could one day lead to the nuclear bomb?"
— Sep 08, 2026 12:17PM
That bearded man? He was the first person to smell the rot of our farm and label it a delicacy. Those homesteading folks over at Yesteryear Ranch with the tired young mother and the grinning doltish cowboy? They were, as it turned out, not rotten at all, but a perfectly fermented vision of America.
Delicious, the bearded man announced, and everyone else rushed toward me with their forks . . .
The goal of an influencer is not to be lovable, and it is not to be unbearable. The goal is to be both at once. In other words: addicting."