Sorry about this.
My substack, that is.
Welcome to my Substack! That’s right, America — no one asked for, wants, or needs another substack by a minor Twitter personage, so I’m doing it anyway. You should subscribe, because what have you got to lose?
Not for you, though — this is mostly for me. My husband keeps telling me I “tweet too much” and I sometimes “post cringe,” so this is my way of hiding my excess verbiage from his prying eyes.
Like how I hide my boxes from Amazon and Nordstrom in the closet so he doesn’t start asking uncomfortable questions. “Did you order this stuff, honey?”
I was informed by various experts that starting a Substack would help me “promote my new book,” and “monetize my content.” My book is available for pre-orders right now, and I am supposed to “sell lots of pre-orders.”
We’ll see how either of those two goals pan out. For now I simply hope to use it to capture ideas that don’t fit my regular column at The American Mind, or my Twitter timeline.
So subscribe now and make my mother happy.
More to come — yours,
