Veganism. It kinda gets a bad rep.

Listen, I get it. When you imagine a vegan, you probably think of a skinny white person munching on avocado toast in a Portland cafe or that one quiet friend of yours berating you during a barbecue. I wouldn’t want an ethics lesson when I’m stuffing my face with Beyond Brats either. We vegans ain’t the most convenient bunch.

But veganism is a form of intersectional justice, and intersectional justice is never convenient. If you’re not convinced by the stretchiness of vegan cheese, allow yourself to be convinced by vegan philosophy — it’s…

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is a supervillain.

No, this isn’t someright-wing conspiracy theory floating around on Parler (although given Parler, who knows really) — it's a plot point of The Boys, the superhero dark comedy from Prime Video. Its massively popular second season revolved around a central mystery: who’s assassinating powerful figures with a Scanners-esque telekinetic explosion of their noggins? In the very final scene, the assassin is revealed to be Congresswoman Victoria Neuham, a minor character eerily evocative of Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, down to the viral dance video and everything. Ergo, AOC is a supervillain.

This isn’t an isolated portrayal. Space…

Trump has been fired.

Suddenly, the thing we knew to be true — that we knew from the slow voter counts in Georgia, and Arizona, and Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin, and Michigan — became a reality. The voters (and the electoral college) chose to reject Trump. The world is beginning to look different.

It’s hard to describe how I feel right now. This isn’t joy, no not really. This isn’t happiness., although it’s close.

It’s relief.

It is almost easier to breathe. Like I had just emerged from touching the bottom of the deep end of a pool.

I feel like…

Today is Election Day and I am ready. But I’m also not ready.

The memory of Election Day 2016 hits me. I was drinking champagne with friends the day before my birthday, excited to usher in a new era of a female presidency. But soon, auspiciousness drained from the air faster than the New York Times needle could swing right, and my friends and I began reaching for vodka instead of champagne.

Don’t do that! Don’t be me!

We don’t know for sure what will happen, but we need to be prepared to safeguard our mental health regardless of the…

For any US citizens out there, or anyone living within the boundaries of the United States of America, or even someone concerned about the fate of the world, listen in. This week will be tough.

Even if we triumph — if the orange-y, anthropomorphized gasket of toxic masculinity we know as POTUS is removed from office — it’s likely we won’t know until much later into the week (or even the month). Disinformation and fake news may spread like wildfire. Doctored images of discarded ballots may flood your newsfeeds. …

If you’re lucky enough not to have a Twitter account, you may not be aware that Chris Pratt has been unceremoniously booted from the Four Horsemen of the Chrispocalypse: Pratt, Pine, Hemsworth, and Evans.

The new twist in the Chris discourse (Chriscourse?) stems from many factors. His refusal to condemn his church’s rampant homophobia. His mocking of voter mobilization efforts.

And while his co-stars rush to defend him, others have pointed out the media’s hypocrisy. As Constance Grady writes in an excellent analysis, while backlash against celebrities is nothing new, the publicized support for Chris Pratt seems unique. …

Look. We’ve all been there. Anxiously refreshing 538's Election Forecast to see how likely Trump’s defeat is. There is something unbelievably satisfying about watching his numbers slowly fall. Seeing that blue line trending upwards. It’s as soothing as a cup of chamomile.

But polls, while sporting robust statistical methodology, are weakened by certain factors. Some people are less likely to respond to polls. Some people who respond to polls are going to forget to vote. Polls won’t capture any last-minute surprises, like last election’s email investigation re-opening.

So much is at stake this election. Human rights. Preventable Covid-19 deaths. Economic…

My grandmother's favorite musical was Wicked.

“Play ‘Popular’! Play ‘Popular’!” I would yell on our carpools to my Catholic elementary school. On the next red light, she would slide in the CD and I would sing my heart out to the magical campiness as we imaged green-skinned witches and flying monkeys. She was a severe woman, a prim and proper southern school teacher with a crisp auburn bob, but sometimes she would sing along too. I was her favorite.

I never told my grandmother I was gay. She knew, of course, through whispers of my aunts or through pictures I…